Everytime we say goodbye
I die a little

It must be nearly the fortieth time we've done it. Said goodbye.

Forty times that my dad has 'fixed' the time machine, and said that we were leaving. So I pluck up all my courage, and try not to cry as I say goodbye to Keely. And then we stay. And suddenly it doesn't seem so bad anymore.

But every time I say it, I know it's going to be harder the next time.

Everytime we say goodbye
I wonder why a little

I don't know why dad hasn't given up yet. Why he hasn't admitted that the time machine will never be fixed, and that we're stuck in this century.

But as lame as some things in this century might be, some things aren't all that bad. Someone definitely makes it all worthwhile.

Why the gods above me
Who must be in the know
Think so little of me
They allow you to go

If there is a God, and that question is one of the only things that hasn't been answered in 2121, but if the God up there is listening to me rambling on in my head, then can he please make dad give up. Because if dad just gave up, then I would be free to do whatever I want. Our lives would move here. And he can't stop me from being with Keely forever.

When you're near
There's such an air
Of spring about it

Keely is like, spring, coming after winter. Okay, I know that made no sense, 'spring always comes after winter you idiot,' but just hear me out.

Without Keely I'm miserable. I'm dark, dull, depressed. But when she comes, there's a sense of relief. A sense of happiness about me. And I know that there is nowhere I'd rather be.

I can hear a lark somewhere
Begin to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye

"Phil!" A usual, cheery voice snapped me out of my thoughts. My rambled, messed up thoughts.

I turned, and I felt the warmth of spring. "Hey Keely."

"What's the matter?" Keely said her face dropping. "Are you going home? But you only said you were leaving, like, yesterday. Your dad can't have fixed the time machine that quickly, surely?"

I laughed. Keely was really freaking out. "No, Keels. My dad hasn't fixed the time machine again."

"Well then," Keely said, looking relieved. "You'll have time to grab a burger with me after school."

Phil nodded. "I guess so."

"And then we can go to the mall?" Keely asked innocently.

Phil nodded again. "Sure. Why not?"

"And then, do you, maybe want to go to the dance with me next Friday?" Keely asked, trying not to sound too excited.

Phil tried to supress the huge grin that so desperately wanted to form across his face. "Sounds good to me."

"You'll still be here then, right?" Keely said.

Phil took her hand. "I think that can be arranged."

There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye

I have no idea who sung the song originally. I know Robbie Williams covered it, but oh well.