We lay under these sheets so warm and cozy
No it will not be the same tomorrow
For tomorrow you will be gone
I have an hour and a half to feel you
An hour and a half to say "i love you"
But can I ever do that?
No I'll never do that
For all we know you are not mine
For all we know I am not yours
No, there is no such thing as "us"
No there is no "us"
You embrace me as if you own the world
Yes, I felt the warmth you wanted to share to me
But tomorrow this will be gone
And I have an hour and a half to face you
An hour and a half to say I want more than this
But must I really do that?
No, I can't do that
Because we know you are not mine
Because we know I am not yours
No, there is no such thing as happy ending
No, we haven't even started anything
Yes there is nothing. No there is nothing between us.
Is there really nothing? No, there is nothing between us.
Must we not try to do something? Let's do something for both of us.
Well, I guess there is really nothing between us.
Can't we really be us, though we know there is something between us?
Well, obviously this is for someone whom I cared so much about, however it can never be us so there's no use holding on to him. I did not actually let go of him since there's no reason for me to let go of him... I never had him in the first place. So, there it goes: the product of my memory of him.
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