Cram

I still hear your voice
Tucked between vibrations of familiar songs.
A familiar wrong
Was that I never had it right,
But we made it through alright...
We made it through those nights
Dipping shadows into light,
Sipping romance from your eyes.
Siren eyes.
Fatally magnetic and I'm pathetic once I get it,
But I had it all along:
I'm feeling lower,
You're getting bored and
Pushing forward,
Moving on...