Childhood Skates

Dont forget to kiss her goodnight
right before you turn out the light
put your lips to her ear and say:
"I die each sleep you go away,
i bleed when i cant dream of you..."
and a million other sweet things untrue
but try to mean it

you dont have to be honest to be sincere

just tell her you love her while she's still here
cos one day you wake up and cant recall
why you even bother to open your eyes at all

And if she loves to dance
then now's your chance to sweep her off her happy feet
do your best to make her fantasies complete
and search for all the things she's yearning for
its the little things that wound the core
for when you're no longer her private dancer
you'll observe how love becomes a cancer
but you wont want the cure
just tell her you love her while you're still sure

The fights, oh! relish the fights
when she's left
Paris will dim to blurry lights
and you'll remember how she wept

those tears are yours on demand

when the delicacies of the world taste of sand
you'll search for her reflection in the plates
cherish her like a pair of childhood roller-skates
for one night you wake up alone and then
you'll fight sorrows just to live
once you realise she will never be here again
"a bright tomorrow" is just a myth