And i took my time with you
I shaped my sky a different kind of colour
F*cked around with concepts that i knew would turn into a pretty kind of blue
The kind that throws me off just like your eyes do, just like like your eyes do
The feeling sticks to me like glue
But i knew that would run you through
So i stayed inside and smoked all night and wrote a song that's two years overdue
To try and portray the little ways That i could say i'm sorry for the things you knew
And even more that i stopped loving you
The feeling sticks to me like glue