I want to make the best of my suroundings
The best of the situations I face
All I get are putrid pipe dreams
That have overflown out of place
I'm left high and dry
And I thirst for you
It's how I get by
I'm left out in the cold
I want the warmth we had
In our days of old
I left myself in the sun
My skin burns because of you
Atleast I had my fun
I've spun around you too fast
All my memories blur into one
As I puke up my past
I'm torn
I need you here
I need to lose
Never win
Down here it's never winter
But up there it's never summer
Can't we live in the spring?
Or will we all simply fall?