Goodbye.

I'm waiting for the time to say,
the words i make, my own to know.
They seem to sound prettier,
against the paint, on my bedroom wall.

The rain on the stree tonight,
sings a different sound when it hits the cars.
Walking to your home i know,
tomorrow, no song is ours.

I know now why
that word is just so hard
I know now why
that word is just so hard.

Killing time without your touch,
seems a little much, and so it goes.
I'll keep you in my memories,
my remedies, along the road.

But i know now why
that word is just too hard
I know now why
that one word seems so hard.

Goodbye.

Walking to your home i know,
tomorrow, a song Was ours.