January 31, 2010

Fragments of my wristwatch keeping time away from you, is the only time worth telling so I can ask my youth.

It doesn’t matter who would save us.

Was it you or me who talked of being dangerous?

All I wanted was one shinning moment, one vote for the apocalypse, two tickets out to the sea.

It doesn’t matter who would save us.

Was it you or me who spoke of being dangerous?


All I needed was one perfect smile, a kiss on the cheek, and for you to remember me.