Bucket List

Thinking back the way things never were It's so easy to forget It's not a memory but a made-up thing Thinking back at things we never did We just talked about it Turned our love into a good idea on a bucket list Somewhere, still hanging with a little pin in it Collecting dust, collecting dust As we forget what it's like to touch What it's like to touch, what it's like to touch Ah, I followed you blindly Whatever it was I don't remember a thing Ah, I don't know what I need Whatever it is I'm not getting it here Holding on to the warmth of a sideways glance Could it be enough to fill the space Whole weeks of silence now erased Crying 'bout a dream we almost had So many days spent writing letters, declarations, promises Somewhere, still hanging with a little pin in it Collecting dust, collecting dust As we forget what it's like to touch What it's like to touch, what it's like to touch Ah, I followed you blindly Whatever it was I don't remember a thing Ah, I don't know what I need Whatever it is I'm not getting it here Ah, I followed you blindly Or maybe I just lost sight of what it was Ah, I don't know what I need Whatever it is I'm not getting it here I'm not getting it here