Sticking to the memories.

Things have changed between you and I
The spark we had has begun to die.
And I try and try and try and try
To make things right between you and I

Mostly I make an effort to remind you who I am
The man you once loved.
I do silly dances, crack jokes, and ask about your life.
But your silence, that stony face, cuts me like a knife.

We once laid naked.
Exploring eachothers mind and bodies.
Now the distance is overwhelming.
And the communication is telling,

I never thought after all of this you would be the one to change.
I dealt with so much and you so little.
And after it all I still want to be friends.
But your chilly atmosphere makes the skin on my arm stand on ends.

So I'll stick to the memories.
The many warm feelings on these cold days.
Fighting to start a fire on a cold november night.
Or jumping in the waves caused by a windy day.

I'll think back to the days I had all the right things to say.
I try and try and try and try
To make things a certain way.
But you've made yourself clear.

Yeah, I'll stick to the memories.