It comes to me like a punch to the wall
It's hard for me to handle
Like a song that screams to be sung
Or a poem to be completed
Parking lots
Are empty
And every breath
Reminds me
Of the time that we met
Your funny cigarettes
We smoked the bad away
Here on my own
The stars look something better
Here on my own
Your smile will last forever
It comes to me when i feel nothing at all
My blood turns into water
I've had a lot and a lot i've burnt
To warm my flash and bones
Parking lots are empty
Still every step reminds me
Of the time that we met
Your funny cigarettes
We smoked the bad away
Here on my own
The stars look something better
Here on my own
Your smile will last forever
Like paying a promise
Like splitting a sound
Like feeding the angels
Like watching the sun drowning
In a beautiful lake
In beautiful eyes
Like taking a walk while
Everybody is running
Like f*cking our fears
Like f*ckin bad times
Like talking to god
And get back some simple advice
Here on my own...