The weeks slip by
An uneventful day
And so I'll sit myself down and write to you
Of a time we shared way back
But please don't listen
To what I say
Because I can't distract myself from memories
To be honest about them today

And by now you should know
About this habit of mine
Where rose-tinting all of my memories
Is my favourite pastime
And oh I fear
You don't deserve this
To be the victim of my fantasies
When it occurs to me to reminisce

My dear, what's this?
Here we go again
Postcard memories and Polaroids
We look so happy then
So in this image
I might indulge
But you need not worry about me, m'dear
I've got my own world

And by now you should know
About this habit of mine
Where rose-tinting all of my memories
Is my favourite pastime
And oh I fear
You don't deserve this
To be the victim of my fantasies
When it occurs to me to reminisce


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