It was a memory in paper and hanging on her wall
Another memory on the back in his untidy scrawl
On the front, good times and good people, wearing uncomfortable shoes
On the back, you're all I hope for, and I'll always love you
She was used to letting go of memories and the past
But that particular one, she had wanted to last
She liked to stop and stare and remember back when
She liked how it was captured in this glossy eight by ten
It was when times were better and she could almost forget
That she'd asked him to leave and he'd actually left
She never wanted to be with him, she kept her feelings covered
But he figured her out, convinced her that they'd be happy as lovers
He wouldn't say he loved her, but didn't deny it was the truth
She ignored it because she was already seduced.
She fell hard for him and suddenly it was beyond of her control
He was so handsome and smart, wanted to write his words on her soul.
She hated him because she'd never asked him for this
She grew to resent him and laced sweetness and spite in each kiss
Life was supposed to be black and white and this was never her plan
She knew who she was; she never expected she'd fall in love with a man
They bickered and argued convincing lies into truth
She blamed it on arrogance but he called it youth
He believed he loved her and wanted to convince her to try
She was done with him and was convinced her love was a lie
She'd never loved him, she said, and if even she did, what did that matter?
She'd tricked herself and now the dream was broken up and shattered.
She tried to figure out how to cut out completely such a persistent man
But they were both surprised that when she released him, he ran.
Gone were times of love and hope and promising things
No more future, talks of children, hopes of golden wedding rings
They had been such good lovers, but were no longer friends
It bewildered them both how quickly forever could end
When it had failed, she felt young, and he felt tired and old.
She remembered passionate love and regretted she'd turned cold.
She wished their lives hadn't had to turn out this way
But it had been their own choices, and really, he was okay.
They'd really been in love, it was something they both knew,
But she'd never be okay with it, so what can you do?
Try to say good-bye over coffee? Light a candle, say a prayer?
What can you can do when you know you'll always care?
He got a dog, she got a new lover, she drank more coffee, he had less sex
But they were just more hollow efforts, worthless parlor tricks.
The fact of the matter was their love was something they'd never forget
But there were enough mistakes that it was something they both would regret
There was nothing they could do to just pick and move on
But weeks turned to months and he stayed away, she was gone
So instead she bought a frame for her perfect eight by ten
So she'd never forget what it was really like back then
The picture on the front was sweet and serene
But the memory on the back was the one to be seen
She had resented him for his love and his arrogance too
For how well he exposed her and how he always just knew
He'd never let her have secrets, always thought he knew the truth
But he was wrong sometimes, and he'd been the one who was seduced
He really hadn't known all her secrets then, there'd been one she could keep
He had cared for her deeply, but she was the one whose love was too deep