Your fingers still smell like
The blueberry cigar you smoked
Before you kissed me at the bottom
Of the window of your upstairs room
And Your shirt still smells like
The sand we collected at the beach
Late last summer when we made castles
And I was your princess
Even though I'm the water
That would later wash it away
Your eyes still sparkle and light up
Like that night we laid atop the ski hill
When I snuck out of my friend's house
And you long-boarded for hours before
Just so we could lay atop the ski hill
One more time
Before we put this behind us
You kissed me hard after we talked about what brought this
How my life, and your life too, is shit
You said if given more time
We could relive every moment
We had ever lived together
Like when you kissed me under your upstairs room
Or those times you showed me what I was made of
Upstairs on your bed
When we danced under the pavilion
But the moon wasn't shining as bright as it was that night
We laid atop the ski hill
You said we could relive it all but that
Our time had run out and this too must pass
I kissed you hard to romanticize tragedy
And the moon was so bright
Shining down on Butler's Bay
We could relive it all and I wanted to
But this too had passed you said
I tried convincing you otherwise but I knew
Just as well and we relived all those nights
Painting in my basement
Jumping on the trampoline
Walking, talking and breathing
Atop the ski hill and your
Fingers smelled like the blueberry cigars
You smoked when you got nervous
Your shirt still smelled like the same castles
We had made
