The trees are blooming early again
And the air smells like you
It smells like picnics and sunshine
When life was exciting and new
We laid in the grass and you smiled
I blink
Now clouds of smoke escape your lips
Now you are small and fragile
Now your in a quicksand slipping away from me
Your bottles are shiny and i know they look nice when the night is young
Till it's January 1st and you're in a hospital
Wondering what went wrong