I’ve read a hundred stories, and lived a hundred more
I stumble through the chapters, every page a door
Some go on forever, like a phoenix’ song
And some are short and sweet, never running long
The best part of the story is the part that hurts the worst
When you’ve been invested, diving in headfirst
We’ve become entangled, hearts caught up like string
Never want to reach the page that closes everything
Even when the story drags on farther than it should
The prose has become broken, the words misunderstood
It only takes two words to say, but a life to comprehend
The hardest part of living life is when we reach “The End”
I knew back when I started
That the end of days
Has always been as charted
There was no other way
I know there is no heaven
Awaiting in the sky
I know without question
That Heaven’s in your eyes
I dream the days, all gone too soon, And hope you will remember
The Museum we disgraced that June, The concerts last September
A treehouse mouse and Kraken Bay, And Pinball by the pier
Bellydances and stolen glances, Adventures far and near
The years were celestial, The nights were paradise
We would be ridiculous, Laughing ‘til sunrise
But all of that was a heaven ago, and now it’s purgatory
I’ve put off way too long the ending of the story
Even when the story drags on farther than it should
The prose has become broken, the words misunderstood
It only takes two words to say, but a life to comprehend
The hardest part of living life is when we reach “The End”
I knew back when I started
That the end of days
Has always been as charted
There was no other way
I know there is no heaven
Awaiting in the sky
I know without question
That Heaven’s in your eyes
When I’m gone, between the stars
I know I won’t be very far
Because all that is left of me
Is your smile, your memory
When you hear a stupid pun
Or on mountain side you drive
Remember that we had some fun
And in those thoughts I’ll be alive