Million Years

It's about time I got a little serious

maybe not about my life

but what you mean to me.

It's about time I said something sincere...

My dear.

Why do you respond to questions of ridicule

about your past?

Why do you dry the tears so fast to make sure

I don't see that I've hurt you again?

My friend.

No, I would never desert you

because I could never deserve you in a million years.

It's about time you questuion my authority

of issues of honesty.

Although, I know that I believe in you.

I can't believe you still believe in me.

Why do you wait for my wandering mind

with the patience of a person twice your age?

Is it that you've found the answer to questions

I haven't even tripped on yet?

Please... do not forget me.