I could leave you here, bleeding in your ritual
Praying for your mother, praying for your father
You never could get over your addiction, and I don\'t think
I\'ve ever seen you sober, trapped in that fruit punch snare, blank stare
And being trapped, love always wins but when it gets dark
I look at the moon and think of you
Isn\'t it funny how some things never change
And I love you everyday?
When the sun shines in my eyes, and no one understands
How I am dissolute in this handmade paradise
And my pen runs out of its ink, and I feel more hollow than usual
On the bus ride home, seven hours to go
So what does it mean when I see your face in my dreams?
You are every hydrangea, every chameleon
Seeping into those cracks of ironic paranoia
Neurons of circumstance
Isn\'t it funny how some things never change
And I love you everyday?