I remember the impression you left, a single, sudden flashback And I'm waiting to recognize the people I've learned to love the most. Drifting apart like wind pushed leaves grown old. Why are we so different than our fingerprints? We're fickle and unclear, and we've come accustomed to a falling out, each year waiting for another. I'm in a room with people I know I need to care for, but who will never really understand. My thoughts are stopped by the sound of my heartbeat over every spoken word, swelling louder with every glass, and i fade into the background. and start wishing that it wasn't so heavy to lift God only knows that no ones forgotton, it's just overwhelming to think about.