I would rather dive head first
into the sea
than get on my knees
and beg you to come back to me
yet deep inside I cannot deny
that visions of you
I do still contrive

It seems so easy to relapse
and reminisce
about those times
long gone by

Glasses placed beside the bed
Fingertips tracing over lithe limbs
I felt so warm with you
by my side
and when I looked into those blue-green eyes
the butterflies would never die

Forever locked in a sweet, misty haze
I thought we could stay this way
and yet as I lay in ecstasy
you were already done with me

I do not blame you
for what you cannot control
yet I still pine for you ever more
and as I watch the break of day
I just have to tell myself
you're far away