It's been at least another year
And still I haven't got the chance to say
Always rolling off the tongue

Never said but nearly sung about a million ways

Every photograph and story

Trickled through the lengthy web of friend
I overthought but understood
Distant look but looking good

And not the other way

But you fail to remember

But you fail to remember

Do I still cross your mind?

Your face still distorts the time

Do I still cross your mind?

Your face still distorts the time

With heat struck afternoons long through

Those idle dreams go back to you
Was this only in my head
Just like most things go misread

When overthought