Looking for you
In this field
Of dead flowers
I could never find you
If you were here with me
I would probably leave

If only you could see

It doesn't matter

Yellow flowers with bees

Your such a sting

It doesn't matter I'm just dead weeds

Growing within my lungs

I planted seeds

Waiting for them to bloom

I'll grow into a tree

So I can look for you
Because no matter
What happened
Or happens
I still miss
And love you