Letras
I'm awfully familiar with endings
They happen here all of the time
Life's just a book that fate's lending
And nothing I have here is mine
But if I could strike a deal with forever
And keep any one thing I choose
I'd pay any price to the lender
Just so that I could keep you
One day we'll just be a love poem
That nobody reads anymore
Ivy will hang on our headstones
No one recalls just what for
But if I could strike a deal with the flowers
I'd plant forget-me-nots wherever we've been
So even when our story is over
It's almost like it didn't end
It's almost like we never end