its never goodbye

i miss the way your words excite me

the sound of your voice, the nice one

the pedestal I sat you on 

caught fire

i hope I didn't burn you

but really it's only fair

i know i should write more 

and that's why I miss NY

the subway inspires great things 

and numbs them all the same

i know you'll never die

maybe we will see you on the beach next to ours

where I sit wondering if too little is too late

disturbia,

the word that reminds me of you

and this beat is stuck 

in the depths of my spine

because I will never remember

the first song we danced to...