Sometimes

I remember us in cold rented rooms in Paris and Berlin
Hours spent on pinball machines in bars
Hoping to warm ourselves before going home
To high ceilings and white-painted walls

I can recall all the bleached out beauty
When we lived off love and words
We never feared for the next meal
Yet there was no way to know when we would eat

We lived off each other, fed on our passion
Put aside the concerns that could have worried
Walked tall, hand in hand, danced
Let others fear while we lived and laughed

Something happened, took away the daydreams
Turned pretty thoughts petty
Made cold rooms shake our lives
Made us doubt, made me leave

And then we went from perfection
To arguments, to hatred in the space
That it took to look up
Glance away, see others, see real life, see a difference

If we could go back, to that time
I would; I’d watch for the signs
I’d take the mistakes and change them
Keep you there, keep you with me, keep you inside