Of tipsy actions and faded memories
One day, id like to tell these stories
Especially that August night
When it went away, my fright

Of crowded bars and a heated game
One thing was for sure, we felt the same
At least that's what I know of, what I believed
I never thought that one day, I would wallow in grieve

Of thick smoke and innovative thoughts shared
A minute of silence, in your eyes I stared
It would slowly change in my favorite hue
Black to grey to my favorite shade of blue

Of tulips, disorientation and faded jet streams
A moment of appreciation for what those seems
A flashback of that night when it became confusing and tragic
The difference in our perspective, made us lose our spark, our magic

Of sunflowers and dreamcatchers
You still get through them, and it bothers
I beg, I beg for every saint to help me
Im hanging on a tree but no one could see

Of sad songs and the will to move on
I take a step, not wanting to be a pawn
Not wanting to look back, another step
Away from that hell, you had me kept

Of palm trees and good days
Out of nowhere, it came up to my face
To hurt me again, to put me back in
He knows my weakness, my shin

Of killer smiles, pinky promises and a broken chain
Once again, Looking for something to keep me sane
A strong hold you have, you are a crane
You have all the power, to break and make me insane