I'm going through something,
Okay?!
What happened to being teammates?
I can tell you how my dreams taste.
Full of blood and salt
Fear of love and loss
I can't compare thee to any seasons thought, because its only winter when your gone. Gone like the wind -
I tried to bottle up
Stick a cork in it
And keep her on a shelf
But I somehow can't always control myself
So I relied on you.
But now that glass is broken
And the idea of it is too.
This is too much.