She will be better

This time next week

Time enough to meet another boy

She will be bitter though

This time next year

When life has spun a round

And I'm still buried here

I fear she won't forgive me

Even worse, won't forget me

And that is all I want for her

Pretty eyes and fragile ego

Latching on like a disease

That knows the cure's around the corner

But will not admit it has to leave

And some things have been wrong

I admit I haven't been okay

Though I've lied to make you stay

In the past

That was the past

Just yesterday

A year ago

Three years ago

I remember where I was

Yesterday