runaway spaceship

( dear, you never loved the world as it is )

you told me a year ago
that you would take me far away
when we got the chance to meet again
and we would laugh
and never look back
because looking back means you’re weak

( dear, that’s what you told me )

seems like distance got in the way
and our little dream of riding
clear off the face of the earth
and heading toward Mars
in our runaway spaceship
was just a side effect of love

( dear, you never kept your promises )

A/N:
a true story. you know who you are,
mr. spaceman,
where ever you are.