I remember when we first met It was like bonnie and clyde But not that kind of love It was a love that should've been familiar, but wasn't
I remember the first time you taught me how to draw The first time you showed me that life was more than black and white More than depressing and menacing But more like forgiving and remembering This was more than just a line on a piece of paper But more the start of a chapter named "Nana"
I remember the first cross I ever got It was pink and silver And my first occurence with God. ...