This feeling

Talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what you're feeling

It's not what I'm feeling, its what I'm remembering
Spoken rhythm emphasized by the way my name rolls off your tongue
The eyes that hold, shrivel, and decompose
Bitter words, broken trust
Let's take that drink and make tonight that night
Like where we were together back in May,
Easy go, free Monday through Friday
When you were the one that laid close to me

We touched for that very first time there
The scent of a Friday night, early dusk, a little fright
Holding hands for the very first time under the streetlight
In love with this moment, swayed by this feeling
Swirling, wrapping you up, grabbing on to your heart
Pulling you down, now, there, goodbye

Do you ever feel like the one?
Drinking by the stairs under the fading sun
Drinking for two, reduced by one
Wake up, coffee and juice,
Remembering you, what happened to you
I don't know where we are going now
I don't know where we are going now
You made me feel like the one.