Moments, they’re all leaving me.
They’re slipping through my grasp,
And soon my memory.
The sounds of homecoming mums ringing through the halls
Will soon be gone.
The roar of the crowd celebrating a touchdown will soon vanish.
How I wanted this all to be over so quickly,
But now I beg for it to slow down.
The taste of black coffee at 2:00am, studying viciously for a test,
Sounds of friends laughing and filling a room with joy, Moments,
They’re all leaving me. I close my eyes to soak it all in,
To take a picture in my mind, but when I open them
I feel the touch of her hand, shaking it nervously as she hands me the piece of paper
I’ve worked my whole life to get… and then it’s over.
Moments, they’re all leaving me.
They’re slipping through my grasp,
And soon my memory.