Three months, Three hundred miles, too late.

i dont really know where this came from, i just got inspiration to write a song?

In this town, how i have missed you,

the longing of your breath, the words you speak

so softly

drifting farther apart, you have a secret not yet told

300 miles apart i hold on

my abscence has made us grow apart

a letter or two a week has narrowed to a wait

i fear for  the worst between us, love

dont leave yet

soon, i will be back

back to you

 

In this town, oh how i have missed you,

the longing of your breath, the words you speak

so softly, they drift

 

3 months and 300 miles 'til the last letter

"it's too late" was the end of what was the beginning,

you slipped away like the seasons and myself is to be blamed

 

In this town, oh how i miss you,

the phantom of your breath, the words you spoke

so softly, they drift. now to someone else...

 

Author's Note

ignore spelling and suckishness