If the day is mine, then no, I won’t go.
For the rain is enough for me to stay inside.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy your company, but I have a need for my nothings.
If the time is not right, why not put it off for another day?
If the day never comes, it wasn’t meant to be.
Is this a no-no in your book?
Does the fear of a time not expended tear away at your worth?
If we journeyed back to the things we should have said no to, would we still make the same choice?
A premonition ignored, back when we were sure.
Now, it’s so easy to say no.
