Mmm. Mmm.
Memories, light the corners of my mind
I start to dream. And it's a wonderful dream. It's a dream of all the times we shared and we were happy.
Misty watercolor memories of the way we were
The memories start to fade. They become misty and uncertain. Too far in the past.
.
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
smiles we give to one another
for the way we were.
I wake up. I look around in my room for the picture of us that I still have. It's from the time we went on tour together. You, me, and your brothers. We are smiling in the picture. We're happy. You were tickling me and I was laughing like crazy when my dad came around the corner and snapped the picture. That was a long time ago.
Can it be that it was all so simple then
or has time rewritten every line?
Everything was so easy back then, when it was just you and me. Nobody knew except our families. The paparazzi didn't care because we weren't that famous yet. Just starting out, but we were starting out together. Times have changed since then. Face it, we're famous. Two of the most famous people on Earth. We aren't just starting out anymore, we're in the thick of it all. Nothing can be that simple again.
If we had the chance to do it all again
I want to go back. I want to go back to the days when we were each other's everything. I miss you.
Tell me would we? Could we?
Would you want to be with me again? Could we be together again? Or has the pain and time changed it all?
Memories, may be beautiful and yet
The picture still in my hands, I slowly fall back to sleep. The beautiful memories return.
What's too painful to remember
Suddenly, the beautiful memories are gone. Instead we are fighting, screaming at each other. I try and shake the dream out.
We simply choose to forget
I try to forget that dream. I want to think about the times when we were young, happy, and in love.
So it's the laughter we will remember
Finally, my dream turns. And just like in my picture, we're all laughing and smiling. We were in love. Nobody could make me laugh harder than you. Nobody cared more about me than you. Nobody wiped away my tears more than you. Nobody. I miss you being my Somebody.
Whenever we remember
the way we were
Every night, I think about the times we shared. I miss you. I want to be with you again. But I don't know if you want to be with me anymore. We haven't talked in a while. I slowly grab my phone and look at the clock, it's 3 am. I sigh, and decide to take the plunge anyways. Dialing your number, I press talk, hoping, waiting, and praying that you pick up.
I hear a sleepy hello on the other end of the line. "Hi," I finally say.
"Miley?" he asks stunned. "What? Why? I must be dreaming," he finally decides.
"Nope. You're not dreaming. It's me," I say.
"Why did you call? Not that I'm not thrilled to hear from you or anything," he babbles on.
"Nicky, you're babbling. I just wanted to say hi and that I miss you. I miss the way things were between us. I miss talking to you. I miss kissing you. I miss you holding me in your arms and telling me everything's going to be okay. I need you Nicky. I need you," I say as I start to cry.
"Do you want me to come over?" he asks.
"But aren't you on tour right now?" I ask, praying that he's not.
"I am, but our last show is close to where you're at for filming," he says.
"You knew I was filming a movie?"
"Well, yeah. I miss you Mi. I do. What hotel are you at?"
After telling him where I am he says "Alright. I'll be there in five."
"Thanks Nicky. Hurry," I say.
Five minutes later, I answer the door. He's standing there looking gorgeous as always, although a little tired. I run up and hug him. He kisses me. It's a sweet, long, beautiful, passionate kiss. When we finally break away, I lead him inside. Pulling out a movie, I pop it in to the DVD player and we start to watch The Way We Were.