If I could write a story about us I wouldnI'd tell of love and glory and how you understoodnI never know why, things like this die, but I wasn't willing to trynIts not really fair, it's up in the air, but I can't commitnnCause you make me laughnYou make me crynYou make me wonder whynYou make me scream, you make me stay, you make me drift away nand I float, I float, I float, I floatnnIn fifty years from now, will we still remember this?nWill I remember the feeling I got when we kissed?nDon't want to be someone down on their dreamsnbut I'd like to know what's nextnAnxiousness is no crime, I try to unwind, but I can't, I can't