i’ve been meaning to call you 
to tell you everything i said 
but i’m feeling so blind 
and you’re out of your mind 
so it’s best that i leave it 

didn’t mean to fall for you 
you let me go when i was on the edge 
and this waters so cold
i won’t pick up my phone 
when you call, i wont see it 

and i hate this weather 
i just wish it was spring again 
when things were okay
i was off of my meds
and the world had gone crazy 

we just stayed in all day 
and i let you tattoo my hands 
now i can’t look at them 
a pair of black gloves 
heal my wounds, and i hate me 

and i’ll be 
right here 
anything you want you got it 
i’ll be right there 
youre toxic 
it’s not fair 
and the trees outside my house 
are now stripped bare 

i miss spring 
you’re not here
everything’s so temporary 
and its not fair 

your smiles sweet 
i love your hair 
and the smell of your clothes in my room 
it still lives here

spring. (+ pekarot)

chainmail.