Looking for you
In this field
Of dead flowers
I could never find you
If you were here with me
I would probably leave
If only you could see
It doesn't matter
Yellow flowers with bees
Your such a sting
It doesn't matter I'm just dead weeds
Growing within my lungs
I planted seeds
Waiting for them to bloom
I'll grow into a tree
So I can look for you
Because no matter
What happened
Or happens
I still miss
And love you