cold hands and shaking hands and a hundred games and faking the smiles;
it doesn't mean as much when "cheering up" is needed, does it?
we're finally growing older,
you forgot to tell me so.
you tried to know me, but i guess i made that difficult.
the sun was shining.
not shining like it does in the morning,
but it was shining the way something shines when you know it's about to stop.
i guess you don't see the tragedy though.
i always did.