Staring at an old picture of you,
before i made you lose your spark,
wondering how i let you drown in the name of love,

I have the same dream every night
walking around Ely lane holding hands
i kiss your lips that December night
in front of my friends and the crowd goes wild
but i wake up every day and remember
that's not how it happened
no, that's not how it went

i let your hand go and left you in the cold
didn't love you properly and made you think it was your fault
( so you hated yourself )
wondering about what ifs now knowing it won't change the ending
but that doesn't stop me from dreaming of a different ending

couldn't be a better man for you so now I watch
as they put you in a white dress and lower you to the ground
and I promise to hate myself forever in this moment
for all the things i did to you but mostly for the things i didn't.

COME KISS YOUR LITTLE  TRAGEDY ONE LAST TIME,
BURY ME IN A WHITE DRESS AND TELL THEM IT WAS LOVE,
THINK I'D LIKE THE SOUND OF MY BONES BREAKING WHILE THE SKIES WATCH,
YOUR NAME IN MY MOUTH  AS I HIT THE GROUND,
AND  I DRAW AIR FOR THE LAST TIME  ,

BECAUSE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO STAND THERE DRY
WHEN I DROWNED FOR YOU,
SO I'M MAKING YOU  SHOUT MY NAME ONE LAST TIME  
AS YOU WATCH MY LIFE FLY OUT ,

BUT NO, I WON'T OPEN MY EYES THIS TIME AROUND,
BLOOD ON THE CONCRETE,
YOUR HANDS SHAKING OVER ME,
AND MAYBE THEN YOU'D FINALLY CRY

pressing shuffle on your playlist
hoping one day it will hurt less