havent i mentioned the grey skies ate themselves today?
feeding on misery, choked on you, disappeared, passed away
now all i have to remind me is a hazy transmission
of your indication, of reciprocation, and what youre willing to give
drowning in a sea of me, gasping for an air of you
there were some things left unsaid, that i just wish you knew
chorus:
i will be your gatsby
letters are wasting time
i will be your gatsby
losing sleep, losing mind
i've only send one fourth of the letters i've written to you
palms are all sweaty, dont know if im ready to tell this to you
now all i have to torture me is a gaping incision
cus your emission of light has precision that i dont want to escape
drowning in a sea of me, gasping for an air of you
there were some things left unsaid that i just wish you knew