every now and then I have this vision of us
on some future night, sharing farewells
across barstools and whiskey
when I finally come clean; and call me a coward
but honey you know
you know I won’t give in until my last chance
cause I walk through this world alone
beside my pride, the same as you.
and all these years I spent waiting for that moment,
they’ll pour out like liquor into our glasses
and maybe,
I’ll watch you put on your leather jacket
walk outside and light my cigarette
maybe standing downtown, with snow falling in my hair
the smoke curling softly away from my breath
I’ll prepare myself to walk in some opposite direction,
and confess to you over goodbye
how long I’ve thought you were the one.