History

We've all been through this before Yet, somehow, it still feels like the first Must I admit it's done? Must I return your sweaters and your shirts? My yearning's not quite out I still imagine you'll be home tomorrow Was it me? Did I not prove to you how far I'd go? Why can't we just laugh? Pretend this is just a game we play? I'm not ready yet To meet a stranger with your name What kind of morning soothes Without some sweet mouth near to give a kiss before I leave? Perhaps I just might learn to fall asleep without your breath So steady next to me And if I wake in sweat from troubled dreams This day's bright blue will have to be enough for me I'll have to pick and choose which songs to sing It seems every one keeps on reminding me of being in love It wasn't so long ago, but what's left of touch? What's left of us and our long history?