Our last breakfast together.
not very different from our other breakfasts together.
we've perfected the ritual
a glass of water
your peanut butter sandwich
and my plate of rice with scrambled egg
a story about your work
a joke about a friend
my insight of a movie i just watched
and not so interesting problem i always stumble upon
you still drink your dark coffee
and i still happy with my tea.
why did we make this ritual when right from the start we know this can't be forever?
ah, sometimes we pretend that we have control in our life
ah, sometimes we try to forget that time moves on
and we are just little dust swept aside by it's movement
hope, life treats you kind, dear
hope, life will be a bit nice to me too
this is not goodbye (i know)
but a chance to say thank you and nice knowing you
while listening to Matchbox Twenty "If You're Gone"
"I think I've already lost you/I think you're already gone/ I think I'm finally scared now"