I miss our footsteps & cold ciders on patios.
The summer sun setting on our faces,
As we watched old lovers changing places.
those futures we never really had.
These things felt easier beside you
We were band aids on broken hearts
On wounds we never made ourselves.
I was only trying to find myself,
While looking in your eyes.
Did you feel the same?
Or did you feel something?

I miss our footsteps,
Crunching through the snow
Because the patios were closed.
We drank to forget December.
These things felt easier beside you.
We were band aids on broken hearts.
On wounds we never made ourselves.
I was only trying to find myself,
While looking in your eyes.
Did you feel the same?
Or did you feel something?

Now our present is our past,
How these moments never last.
It was a time that got me by.
A blink that calmed my mind.
I'm growing older can you feel it too?
Where are you now?
Did you find someone new?
I did and I hope you did too.
Because band aids only last till the wound heals.
Then the flesh is ready to feel.

Those things were easier beside you.
We were band aids on broken hearts.
On wounds we never made ourselves.
I was only trying to find myself,
While looking in your eyes.
Did you feel the same?
Or did you feel something?