Fireworks

I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head around the door
'Cause mine stopped working
"I Remember"...Damien Rice

when you and I are sitting on a blanket on the ground
we are listening to patriotic songs played on violins and cellos
our daughter sits between us
i feel like we are a family
the kind where you don't drop her off at the end of the weekend



i watched you speak to the families sitting in front of us
the smile spread across your face
the one that sucks all the breath from my lungs
i want to be on the other end of that smile



but
i am not what you want
and when i turn away from my fantasies, i know
i know, i know
we are not what i want



but even still after all that has passed
i know i shall always love you



the orchestra stops.
and then, the fireworks. it's the fireworks i always remember.