Memories

He was the congregations' vagrant, with an unrequited love, when your passions exaltation then finding refuge is not enough, she was the youngest of the family, and the last to be let go, and they decided they would try and make it on their own, oh memories where'd you go? You were all I've ever known, how I miss yesterday, and I let it fade away, when July became December, their affection fought the cold, but they couldn't quite remember what inspired them to go, and it was beautifully depressing, like a streetcar named desire, they were fighting for their love and started growing tired, they finally lost momentum, and the bills were piling high, and the smile finally faded from the apple of their eye, and they were young and independent, and they thought they had it planned, should of known right from the start you can't predict the end