It could be considered water under a 14 year old bridge
But I'd just as easily dip skinny riding the wave between the ridge
And swim down deep under Memory's lane
On a mission to recover the treasures bearing your name
And I'd be lying if I said the other fish were just the same..
That they stung me when they left and sprung me when they came..
It could be considered the spilled milk people cry over
But I'd still dunk my cookie directly in it and moreover
Lick it off the floor with no regrets to do my body good
And taste the milk mustasche the way a small child would
Hoping to absorb as much vitamin D as I possibly could
Making the most of a complicated situation the way adults should.
It could be considered worthy of chalking up as a loss
But I'd just as easily spend a fortune and not count the costs
And even spend my very last hard earned dime
To get reacquainted with your mix in this other lifetime
So I can update the vintage visuals in my mental shrine
New reasons to ask do you remember the time..??
So I don't consider it water under the bridge or milk on the floor,
But rather history's way of preparing me for more...
Will you swim?
