wanna train you... like machines do...

i guess things are getting to me
reminding myself that goodbye will be said in only a week
no more footprints in the sand
leaving memories where they land

we're forcing them
creating traditions for just tonight
oping to god the will make me remember you
for more than just a night

we have two more weeks
counting down
getting less sleep

will i miss you?
or rather more importantly
will i be missed?

will mistletoes last like kisses
on lips which fall through
on your greatest wishes

will six years be enough
to last six months?
to remind us to keep in touch?

will i remember to play your mix cds
as i starve myself
and watch myself bleed

will that happen to me again?
falling back into the way we used to be
will we remember this?