Making up with history
Because you're no longer there...
The smell of my last blunt
Still stuck in the air...
It's hard...
The other day
I thought I heard
Your voice in my dreams...
So far away
But maybe much
Closer than it would seem...
It's hard...
So hard...
I want to say so many things
I hope they just don't come out mean
If I can get them out...
Cause I remember everything
The style and shape of every ring
Don't know where they are now...
Still paying for them somehow...
But when the whole world was burning
I held hands with you...
Through cold days
And old ways
I held plans with you...
Over.
And over.
My scars are proof.
Everything I lacked for you...
And I still get so nervous
When I plan to see you
Regardless of all the things
Our hearts have been through.
Over
And over
My scars are proof.
Everything I lacked for you...
Only you...