Untitled (Age: 21)

I wrote this one for a friend who was going through a break up with her boyfriend while we were studying abroad in Japan. I got the idea for a chinese song called "Turning".

Once upon a time,
He gave me this phone.
He called ten times a day
& I memorized the tone.
But now the phone is broken.
It's forgotten how to ring
It just stares at me blankly.
His amnesia erased everything.
He once told me forever.
I once believed his lies.
But now the phone sits silently,
Despite how hard I try.
Pathetically I struggle...
Try anything to bring you back.
I'd stand in one spot turning
But the phone remains dead slack.
I give my all just turning,
Just waiting for you to see.
I could spend my life in circles,
and you still won't look at me.

Untitled (Age: 21)

I'd hold out my arms
And pretend that you're there.
I'd recreate your shoulders
With the cold empty air.

I'd curl up beside you,
My pillows in bed.
I'd turn around to kiss you
But kissed cotton instead.

I'd see your face everywhere
It's engraved in my mind.
We're half a world apart
And 13 hours behind.

But you're in the ring I carry.
"YOU'RE MINE" is set in stone.
Pieces of us are everywhere.
You're in everything I own.

Memories and promises
Are all we can hold onto.
But once we make it through this year.
"I do"