Sometimes I still hear your voice 
And my head starts to pound again
You came to me in a dream, babe 
But you still won’t let me in 
But if I sit and wait so quietly
Maybe I could change your mind 
And make you come back again
And stop wasting all my precious time 

I wish I knew some prettier words 
Could come up with better things to say 
I wish I believed you when you said 
Everything that you said yesterday
It all just sounds like noise to me now 
It all just fills up my fucking head
But I wish I could still hear you now 
Maybe I’m just better off dead 
I'll get it through my head
Maybe I’m just better off dead 

I could sing to you in a stupid voice 
If it’ll just make you smile for me again
Say things that don’t quite make sense 
If it meant that you’d just let me in 
But instead I’ll burn all your letters 
To silence all of these painful sounds 
But every memory still hits me pretty hard 
And I end up six feet underground 
And now I’m just talking straight to myself 
Hoping you’d say that you’d say something back 
But I already know 
You ain’t saying it back
You ain’t saying it back
You ain’t saying it back

clementine, sometimes

Jack Dylan