You know who you are
But do you know me?
These words aren’t coming out
So easily
You know, I think it’s funny
But also, kind of sad
I guess there is no balance
To what we could have had
Sometimes life’s lessons
Make themselves difficult to be learned
They’re kind of like a currency
Just waiting to be earned
A currency I make
When I watch you from afar
And a currency I spend
When I’m sitting in your car
They’re expensive;
The types of tolls that this takes
A toll on me, a toll on you
Sometimes my heart breaks
From the sheer knowing
That one day it has to end
I wish I had a million lessons
To spend on you, my friend