The weight of 'not you, it's me' hangs on a thread above our heads
Above our heads
Closed like window panes, cold like menthol gusts on winter days
On winter days
Hiding in simile
Who did I say I'd be
I'm sorry I left you hurting
Under a shallow grave of
Pen ink and summer stains
I'm sorry I left you
Things looked better with you
Dried faded flowers bloom
Every time we're in your room
Things looked better with you
Dried faded flowers bloom
Every time we're in your room
Old friends stop calling you
Week after week but the walls don't move
Old friends stop calling you
Week after week but the walls don't move
Hiding in simile
Who did I say I'd be
I'm sorry I left you hurting
Under a shallow grave of
Pen ink and summer stains
I'm sorry I left you
Things looked better with you
Dried faded flowers bloom
Every time we're in your room
Things looked better with you
Dried faded flowers bloom
Every time we're in your room
And now we're fading and fading and fading and fading
And now we're fading and fading and fading and fading
Things looked better with you
Dried faded flowers bloom
Every time we're in your room
Things looked better with you
Dried faded flowers bloom
Every time we're in your room
I woke up gold in the corner of our home
Will you still marry me