Thoughts ramble on
Over you
I'm speaking in soft
Half truths
For today has turned
Quite quite Blue
Would you be gentle my friend?
For I am bruised
Waste away in my bed
Can you get out of my head?
There are no other dreams left
It's all just what you said
And I know what comes next
A feeling of regret
But I'll keep that fire fed, burning
So I never forget
I'm but a shell
Of who I once was
Some people left
And I got lost
As I sit here
And sing these words now
I ask myself why
I let em come out
For its like suffocation
A clenching grasp upon my throat
I drift from place to place haunting
Like some awkward kind of ghost
Never saying what I mean to say
I choke my words down with some smoke
But you're all I think about most days
I really wish that would f*cking go
Waste away in my bed
Can you get out of my head
There are no other dreams left
It's all just what you said
And I know what comes next
A feeling of regret
But I'll keep that fire fed, burning
So I never forget