Well it's true
That you can't have everything
Everything you want is just a dream
A way to make you lose your place
This is you
Reflected in your summer days
A photo framed of one more way
Pictures left of you --
(Or a journal where I quoted
Quite enough to not forget
The way you made me real)
-- so I could say:
This is a chance to make an ending
As endings pass us by.
