Citrus

So quickly understood
You would never feel it again
Standing in the dirt
Ghostly figure of an old friend
It’s like learning how to love
When there’s a fear of coming to love’s end
It’s like holding onto love
Mixing what was real and what’s pretend
Don’t want to let it get away
In the middle of the night
Thoughts are creepin' in my mind
The backdrop of an afternoon
Reoccurs for a second time
It’s like holding onto love
When there’s a fear of coming to love’s end
It’s like learning how to love
Mixing what was real and what’s pretend
Don’t want to let it get away