Quid & TomBombGrenade
Best Of Things
It was an all-nighter; together, we watched the sunrise
Thinking true love was blossoming, clocking the plunge; dive!
Like time didn't exist anymore and nothing mattered
Except for the two of us, and as much as we trust the pattern
It was life-changing; one of those events that meant the world wasn't worthless
Still in tune to our heartbeats and the merging of two
Towards a perfectly balanced and understanding
Relationship in the works; with a smirk, she grabbed my hand and we turned
Averted attention from nature to what comes naturally
Lips parted and passion prevailed as if it had to be
Happily ever after; happily never actually remains
Just its memory reflected in the pain

All good things come to an end, especially the best of things
I'm cursed to stay remembering instead of just progressing
Seems it's all for nothing; always bluffing; all for one, not always trusting
Wish I could be different, not always differ; it's not becoming
Running from commitment, committed to this decision
If given the chance to go back, I can't admittedly hint at
Or indicate any possible change or revision, listen
I'm of the opinion all things happen for a reason, at least if
We didn't make it after all, we know now that we can't, it's called:
"Live and learn," take all that you can from every given turn
It's not always a mild path, I've come to find most sidewalks slant
And in the process, promised not to look behind but smile back

It was a long winter together, the coldest I remember
Awaiting the coming spring with the promise of something better
But regardless of the weather, it was always warm where she was
The closeness that we shared was rare; I swear we must have seemed stuck
Side by side, like all the time, a minute without her seemed too much
To bear; the air was scarce, the need to breathe increased when we were
Apart, hearts pumped for each other; another reason just
To always stay together and never sever our need for touch
She was truly something; someone of whom knew what trust is
She made a believer of me when it comes to construing love and
Even though we never made it I'll always cherish the lesson
A part of me stays indebted to her for the pain reflected

All good things come to an end, especially the best of things
I'm cursed to remain lecturing instead of living pleasantly
It's all for nothing; always struggling; all for not, not always understanding
Understand me, I can't stand it and it's not becoming
Ducking the devotion, devoted to the notion
That even though these emotions are overflowing, I know it
Is something that can't last forever; soon to be broken
A self-fulfilling prophecy, not to seem too opposing
Supposedly though, this hopelessness closing in is a motive
To mosey on through the motionless moments onto a closeness again
That old friend and an end to a dial back
Just the promise of a process to look ahead to a brighter past