It's that time of year again
Where everybody's gathering
Under the cherry blossom trees
We were haunched up in the tree
But now I fathom that it wasn't meant to be
Yet I held onto the belief
This was our spring time prophecy
Our story cascading from the skies
But now I descend to misery
On the spot where you first met me
Shackled by that honey in your eyes
It's the same tale told over and over again
Different folks, different places
But the fate is the same
And now it's all coming down on me
Falling from grace like the petals fall
In all their fleeting beauty
Oh dear god, the irony
We were vigorous and free
But cursed with evanescent felicity
How could I not see that you weren't mine to be?
Don't wanna say goodbye to this feeling
Don't wanna say goodbye to cherry blossom season
We were wandering through the cherry trees
You were a weaver and I was just me
In the midst of the buds aligning to blossom
You were ever so quietly spinning your cotton
Forming your bandages, I guess I should've sensed even then
That you determined the spots for my wounds
You were always aware of the ache that you caused, weren't you?
It's the same tale told over and over again
Different circumstances
But the end is the same
And now it's all coming down on me
Falling from grace like the petals fall
In all their fleeting beauty
Oh dear god, the irony
We were vigorous and free
But cursed with evanescent felicity
How could I not see that you weren't mine to be?
Don't wanna say goodbye to this feeling
Don't wanna say goodbye to cherry blossom season
Now we're sat above the cherry blossom trees
But all that is left is just mediocre greenery
All that magic, just gone
Swept away with the wind
Turning into a pile of dirt on the concrete
And as you just so casually break me apart
I wonder where we'll go from here
Reset, back to the start
Mend our messes and come better than today
Meet me next year, same time, same place
Cherry blossom season with a whole new faith
And now it's all coming down on me
Falling from grace like the petals fall
In all their fleeting beauty
Oh dear god, the irony
We were vigorous and free
But cursed with evanescent felicity
How could I not see that you weren't mine to be?
Don't wanna say goodbye to this feeling
Don't wanna say goodbye to cherry blossom season