i sit along the bridge
i throw a stick into the creek
but it won't come out of the other side
just think of better days
they can bring to you a tear or two
the price you have to pay
to finally be satisfied
and i cannot forget
but i don't exactly remember


tuck away the years
left in a tome from your old home
when you find them again, what will you care?
i sit along the bridge
between today and yesterday
the river sings,
"You won't come out the other side!"
and i cannot forget
but i don't exactly remember


the memories are pressed together,
flattening with age
it's getting hard to tell
between the petal and the page!


between today and yesterday!


bring to you a tear or two-
because the binding tears or the water wears
what i wished would last forever
if i cast a light or i hold too tight
it'll crumble altogether
and so i will not forget
but i don't exactly remember,
yet.