I was reminiscing just the other day. While having coffee all alone and Lord, it took me away. Back to a first-glance feeling on New York time. Back when you fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme.
Hey Stephen. I know looks can be deceiving. But I know I saw a light in you. And as we walked we would talk. And I didn't say half the things I wanted to.
You and I walk a fragile line. I have known it all this time. But I never thought I'd live to see it break. It's getting dark and it's all too quiet. And I can't trust anything now.