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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