We start walking home, as we turn left stood a tree bare and weak

Begging for love

As we got to that tree, I suddenly stopped

The night was short, why don’t we make it last

Something to look back on a story to tell from our first year

We smiled in agreement, no knowing what would come

We had nothing to lose but each other in this one-mile town

Slow dancing on the sidewalk in the streetlamp light

Shaking arms wrapped around my waist

You say it’s like nothing you’ve felt before

I thought I could feel again, after he once bashed me all up

You ask me like a gentleman, if you can hold my hand

We walked and talked about our future, and views of the world

Talking the story of the stars, and if the moon gets lonely

Smiling at your stupid jokes and sometimes laughing instead

I take off my heels so I don’t sink into the earth

Barefoot in the grass, so late it becomes damp to the touch

You put your arms around me, burying your face in my hair

Part of love said kiss me, the other half said don’t

I didn’t want to tell the story of my first kiss, being amongst the dead and deceased

But the magic has drifted with the whistling wind

You couldn’t admit you’re scared so you lie instead

Maybe this was the perfect story, till you treated it like a useless book to burn

The fairytale ended before the last page

You want to keep reading but I don’t think the author has it right

I don’t want to wait for you again to break me like a pinky-promise

And now I walk home alone

The very same way all those nights ago on the very first page

I can’t help but look at the tree and think of you

And how maybe somehow if I hadn’t stop there

This whole mess would be different

And that maybe just maybe we would have kept on writing

That the happily ever after might have come true