Pictures We Never Took

We used to talk until the morning,

sitting underneath those lights.

Making plans we never followed,

thinking we had endless time.

Your old jacket in the backseat,

summer rain against the glass.

Funny how the smallest moments

are the ones that always last.

We were young enough to believe

nothing good could disappear.

These are pictures we never took,

memories nobody else can see.

All those nights we thought we'd lose,

somehow they're still alive in me.

And if the years keep moving on,

I won't ask them to bring you back.

Somewhere between then and now,

I learned to smile at what we had.

There's a street beside the station,

where we used to waste our days.

Now the signs have all been changing,

but I still remember every name.

I don't miss the way it ended,

I just miss who we became.

Maybe growing up is learning

not to run from yesterday.

Maybe nothing lasts forever,

maybe that's what makes it real.

I don't need another ending

to remember how it felt.

These are pictures we never took,

but I can see them perfectly.

Every laugh and every mistake

became another part of me.

And when the morning finally comes,

I'll leave those streetlights in the past.

Somewhere between then and now,

I learned that memories can last.

No photograph, no final goodbye.

Just what we were,

still somewhere inside.