So, maybe we’re not going to make it like they say we won’t.
Too many differences between us will get in the way.
But that doesn’t stop the sun from rising every time a smile breaks across your lips,
Or still the faint sound of glasses clinking in celebration simply because you came near,
Or change the fact that I can never seem to remember what was wrong before you whisper…my name…like that.
No, there are too many reasons that we won’t make it…just like they say we won’t.