The Room I've Since Been Searching For

The bed is unmade,

and those memories, they are worn,

But there is a thought of you

So long ago

that testifies warmth;

When we woke to the light,

It was splintered up through your blinds

and in the dark of your room

a new world dawned and we,

we were alive;

But they all continue to say

that nothing good can ever remain,

And that everything that is beautiful

well it is destined to fade,

'cause nothing that feels perfect

is actually what stays;

The coffee is cold,

and those stores are all past closed,

but there is a life with you

so long ago that I long to restore;

And, now I'm in

In the dark of your hall,

Reaching out for that handle on on the door,

to that room that we shared,

The space I have since been searching for;

But they all continue to say

that nothing good can ever remain,

And that everything that is beautiful,

well it is destined to fade,

'cause nothing that feels perfect

is actually what stays;