I stayed awake just long enough to see you. Remember Winnipeg? And feeling simpler back then? I took a week off from a bat of flu. It was a Saturday. I saw you waiting by the plane. I was always in a way just a long shot. I was never in the clear of that. I am lucky just to be a potential. But I will always make a mess of that. I traded symmetry for everything I loved. I took my feelings out and I had told you I was done. I know your mistakes, does it bother you That I found where they stay? Can I reach you yet? I stood up so fast. And I let you down, it was the first time That I heard that sound. It filled my head with the darkest shade of black. And I met you there. I realized then that I was just a little sad. And I left you there. I was always in a way just a long shot. I was never in the clear of that. I am lucky just to be a potential. But I will always make a mess of that.