They play sad songs on the radio
You’re staring through the glass
Watch the green sprouting on the floor
Wish it was you
Time passes by
Bleached out memories
You can’t deny
You miss what’s left
Replace my head with the sun
Painting pictures so colorful
They’re hanging in your room
Wishing you were a part of them
You feel like blue
Your head feels like it’s water
Flowing on the floor
Try to swim before it dries of
It’s slowly soaking in
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