There are too little hours in a day, too little days in a weekend.
Maybe you exchanged too few smiles and not enough laughs,
But those that you did exchange
Maybe you exchanged too few smiles and not enough laughs,
But those that you did exchange
During that time that seemed too short
Are what shapes your existence
Are what shapes your existence
And fills your head with memories.
Please don’t dwell on the fact that I am no longer with you
Or on what you would have done differently
Please don’t dwell on the fact that I am no longer with you
Or on what you would have done differently
If you could live through me again.
Just look ahead and remember that I was not the first
Just look ahead and remember that I was not the first
And I will not be the last
For there will always be great weekends.
For there will always be great weekends.
1 comment:
There's something to be said about those moments... I thought once, maybe those special Montreal moments, they're there to normalize our lives. To cancel out the mundane. But then it occured to me that we're lucky to live in Montreal, because the mundane is not so boring. Montreal is a great town. It's electric. And the people are the circuitry; we provide current.
Call me, we can have more moments together.
Jason.
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