She started reminiscing about the good times that we shared She painted pretty pictures While I hung on every word Then she started smiling When I kind of hoped that she would cry
I remember thinking that At the time it was a funny way to say goodbye She cleaned the house from head to toe And cooked my favorite meal She stabbed me with a kiss and said In time my wounds would heal She found herself another pair of wings on which to fly
Through my tears she told me It was a funny way to say goodbye I seen it in the movies I've read it in the books But I was unprepared She spoke about the weather The little things of life And wrapped up her goodbye in every word
I sat there in a timeless trance With all my senses blurred She brought a little wine and asked Which color I preferred Sorry for it's sweetness but it was labeled medium dry My voice shook as I told her It was a funny way to say goodbye.