I black out the room
Moving on from the old me
Relapse in the teeth
I drown in the waters of the moon
Bygones when I can\'t breathe
The colour has washed from the painting
The life I remember in vivid colours
Everything was dreamy
I thought there\'s no way it can be real
The feeling of pleasure
I think I\'m going crazy
I can never measure up
Wanting what I can\'t have
Time slips from the cracks in my hands
Quicker than I can soak in the moment
The scene of the clouds
I had mistaken for mountains
But I realise not everything is biopic
I don\'t always have to be so stoic
I can cry because it doesn\'t mean I\'m weak
I cry because I need to release the emotions
The dreams I carried over from sleep
I wish you were mine
I catch myself falling
Thinking about you all the time.