2075

100 years later

The same music plays.

I’ll still be crying, “so cool”

As those four notes fade.

The words are all the same

Each one will still be felt.

I still think about you

But I still want somebody else.

I’m not living anymore

Because you aren’t here.

I gave myself another try

I gave myself a year.

You can still smell like chocolate

If you’re still too shy.

I’d love to say we made it

But we can't survive or try.

I gave my heart out

Before it changed its mind.

I’ll still get lost in the city

With a brain I’m trying to find.

There’s no more pressure

Because she’s way out.

She’s a face in a magazine

But she’s all I think about.