I'm awake, it was a half bad dream. That was way too long, my whole life it seemed. That someone started digging me up. Turned my headstone into dust.
It's about time. That I came clean with you, I'm no longer fine. I'm no longer running smooth, I thought that I. Found myself under something new, just one more line.
It's everything that I can do right now. To not think about you moving further off. With every passing second. And every night of this lonely summertime.