Cotton candy memory of nights spent with you,
I can only hold onto it for so long.
The pinkness of first love and kisses
Marching next to Tomorrow of simple white and blue.
Sweet smiles are temperate;
Sweet kisses, shorter than that.
My hand is grasping, holding, waiting
Yours is just (still) out for something new.
How long can I wait,
How long can I hold on
For my pink dreams to reappear
And my white and blue to just become true.
But my dreams look more like memories now
and my fingers stick together
It would’ve been sweet; it would’ve been pink,
It would’ve been could’ve been short breaths and crazy coo ~of you.
So when do (did) I let go
And say enough’s enough,
Stop this dreamy hope
And decide the pink’ll do.