Interwoven between sadness and hope
I think of the bluebells by the lake
When the sky grows dark and I\'m alone
With no levee, I close my eyes and drift off
In a painting I see a vision of you
Listening to the piano and smoking a cigarette
I watch as the waves wash ashore
And I regret never reaching out to hear your voice
Now I\'ll never know the way you felt
How it feels to be alive
How it feels to be alive
Everywhere I go I see you, I remember you
In my childhood bedroom
I miss you more than you would ever know
I fucking hate that coffee shop
Where I cried and you wrote, \"I love you\"
And everything was stagnant
And we had nothing much to celebrate
And I never know how to quit my bad habits
So I always self-destruct.