Keepsakes

Keepsakes in all this Looking up to alchemists Scrapbook of all bonds Focused on with loose touch It's too much You'll get there some time I bet Cant wait to sell you our share Every note and unread Just let me know to prepare Sure something was crossed More so fingers less a heart No scenes to worship Never mind at this rate But don't say You'll get there next time I bet I'd rather take the regret Than to hope for the best This was the best it could get