The Last Song

I made a promise to you at midnight.
I had grown weary and it was dark.
And up there, I fell asleep,
and dreamed the dream we once called "hope".

It was a dream that was the only reason
you'd wake up most days
but I'm past that mistake;
the couples kissing,
the leaves changing,

the children falling
and laughing about it
remind me of every reason
I've grown tired of living