a song about people who have left, or are leaving.

It was the end of an era
Everything is falling apart
Your leaving in two weeks time
I want to cry out and stop you
But your decision was made
You said, "half a year is nothing I'll be back by the spring"

Wished I hadn't of left those words unspoken
Wish I had of appreciated the garden you planted inside my brain

How dare I pretend like I didnt care
When you cut off all your hair

I'll bury you here forever
So you can never leave me
You'll grow into a tall tree
And I'll sit under you everyday
Just to be with you whenever I please

I had this dream about you coming back
we bought an ounce of weed
and a 40 bag of speed
We sat under our favorite tree
Like no time had passed

But the goodbye you said
awoke me from the delusions in my head
You handed me a pall mall red
And said, "Smoke this the day after I leave"

That cigarette did not fill the calcium missing from my bones
So I guess I'll see you in half a year
Hopefully you haven't cut off all your hair

Hopefully you'll miss me too
Hopefully I'll see you soon





Song Without A Title

It's been years since you left
I'm still wondering if you'll come back
I wish I could pretend you were still him
but nostalgia is a liar, making me see you in a different light

I Keep imagining you'll change
but you're so far gone
you don't even look the same

I miss the good times, but I know there never coming back
I miss the good times, but you're never coming back

remember when my freind came onto you
but you said no, its always been you
I was so fucked up I was laying in the streets
You came out to find me
What happened to that kind heart?

I keep imagining you have changed
but you were so far gone, nothing can ever be the same
I used to feel pain, now it's really hatred

I miss the good times. but I know there never coming back
I miss the good times, but you're never coming back

Now you're filth polluting the earth
I feel sympathy for anyone who has to know you
get one more friend of mine hooked on heroin
and I'll kill you.

I don't miss the good times, I hope they're never coming back.
I don't miss the good times, I hope you're never coming back.
I don't miss the good times, I hope you're dead(crashed).

Nostalgia

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