next weeks the last
before the day she's gone
i think i may break
don't know how to go on

she had an extension
a few added weeks
we're almost out of time
i guess every relationship peaks

i won't hear her laugh
can't joke through the pain
can't talk to her daily
to hide from my brain

i think i may break

i watched the girl to my right
witnessed her crack and break
i looked on from an outside view
as she desperately tried to fake

every day's the same now
as we sit together silently
vacant whisperings of her future
murmurs oh so violently

she watched them talk without her
and i watched her talk to space
while her "friends" just looked away
i've never seen her so out of place

i think she's given up now
no more laughing at their jokes
swallowing down her loneliness
until silently she chokes

i think i fall for blue eyes
gullibly to them alone
stripped clean from my disguise
a weakness i cannot atone

eyes like rain and morning blues
like ocean tides and stormy skies
i think i fall
for blue stained lies

there's something so appealing
about just

drowning


because if i were to drown for you
with you
i like i'd finally
live