last night i dreamed of you
even though we've stopped loving
since that day on December
i still think of you as a perfectly blooming flower
just waiting, and waiting to be picked
and i knew that you were scared of your thorns
and i knew that i was going to let you tore me.

yesterday i met you again
you were smiling, didn't think that i was going to hate you
you were happy
you told me that you were happy, you told me that
she made you that way.

today i call you
i say your name out loud
my tongue is bleeding
my hands are trembling
my heart was breaking
you're here, in front of me
your eyes aren't twitching, they don't even blink.

you're smiling, letting me in like the first time
i know i'm foolish for entering you once more
but i know that
our song
will just keep
going around, and around
until our voices are numb, and lifeless
until our bones turn into stones
until you and me are us again.