I'm feeling melancholy for the first time,
Like, I'm glad to be riding on a
Bike, but these hills feel more like
Spikes and it kills me that you
Don't want more to this.

I'm chilling way out on a beach but
Water's polluted with plastic I
Offer to pick up the tragic
Scene yet it belittles me to be receiving
These signals of false implications

What could I have done differently?
Along the way I skipped over
Wrong words, my tongues forked
I'd like to feed you this apple
Baby this evening could be magical but...
You can't forgive my feelings from before.

So tonight as I lie alone
While you snore next to me your
Childish demeanor is insulting
Yet here I am, still by your side
Waiting for you to realize
Who I am.