is this it?

Is this the beginning of a lifetime,
When two souls decided to throw a dime,
And have their lives carried away
In every single day?

Is this the beginning of a lifetime,
When the silence begins with mimes,
Soon to be followed by awkward gestures,
Those do not get any better with hardly trained postures?

(still a little bit of your taste in my mouth)

Is this the beginning of a lifetime,
When behaviors find their rhymes,
To indicate that acceptance begins to rise,
Hiding a trace of unspoken hatred lines?

Is this the beginning of a lifetime,
When the clock ticking at nine,
And you begin to wonder,
Of his untold wander?

(still a little hard to say, what’s going on?)

Is this the beginning of a lifetime,
When boredom becomes a doom,
Finding yourself alone in a room,
While crying over Fly Me To The Moon?

Is this the beginning of a lifetime,
When you start taking me for granted?

Is this the beginning of a lifetime,
When the tree tender words becoming an automated saying?

(still a little bit of your face, I haven’t kissed)

Is this the beginning of a lifetime,
When ignorance is finally a bliss?

Is this the beginning of a lifetime,
When we begin to feel frightened to hurt each other?

Is this the beginning of a lifetime?
When we are able not to let each other know of our misfits?

(still a little bit of your songs in my ear)

Is this a lifetime sentence?

(still a little bit of your words I long to hear)

Is this a lifetime destiny?

(step a little closer to me, so close that I can see what’s going on)

Is this a lifetime miracle?

Is this a lifetime love?

(love taught me to lie)

Is this a lifetime happiness?

Is this final?

(when you flow like a cannonball)

- with excerpts of cannonball by damien rice -