Balloons

by Julia Nunes



Years went by and we got older.
Remember the days when gas was sold
for $1.50 a gallon? Oh, how things have changed,
like those stylish fads
and the look on your face.

When you see me for the first time
in years.
We swore we'd never end up
here.

Well, I won't
be alone.
If it’s gone,
I'll move on.

It’s time to leave, while my eyes are still dry.
It’s time to leave, while my head is held high.
It’s time to bolt, time to bail, time to go.
Where to?
Well, I really don't
know.

I'm gone. So long, see you soon.
Up, up and away, like a rising balloon.
I'm just stupid enough to pack up and leave,
taking all that you have trusted and confided in me.

Hug me now because you might lose your chance.
I am crouched in my sprinting stance.

Time to bolt, time to bail, time to go
'cause I let you get way too close.

I'm gone. So long, see you soon.
Up, up and away, like a rising balloon.
I'm just crazy enough to leave you behind,
though you're like nothing I have found or will find.

Years went by and we got older.
Remember the days when gas was sold
for 1.50 a gallon? Oh, how things have changed,
like those stylish fads
and the look on your face.

When you see me for the first time
in years.
We swore we'd never end up
here.

Well, I won't
be alone.