In my head, it’s still March And you haven’t left yet In my mind, all the plans They still have a chance All I ask is a gentle hello Without a sense of guilt All I want is fair But I guess timing is a bitch I would kiss her Just to feel your lips again I would hold her Just to feel your touch again I would smile like her Just to see you smile again I would taste her lips Just to feel your kiss again I was there in the crowd I felt her presence too I found myself caught in the middle Between peace and good Between second and none Ivory walls Did you paint them With your shades of blue? Checkered sheets The way you forget me Can you teach me, too? I would kiss her Just to feel your lips again I would hold her Just to feel your touch again I would smile like her Just to see you smile again I I would taste her lips Just to feel your kiss again Just to feel your kiss again