And as I let the smoke pile up high, 

it’s nearly one o’clock at night 

And I’m still up thinking about all the time I shared with you. 

All the things I said to you.

 All the things I gave to you. 

I can’t seem to forget about it at all.

 As I take another hit, 

the tide of dread comes crashing in 

And no matter how hard I try,

To push you from my train of thought you always seem to come on back along the track 

And I’m still running from my memory chasing it down with nicotine and rum

 And yet the sound of your voice is still ringing loud and 

Clear and trust me dear if I could just forget your name 

Maybe I could forget the pain but I think it’s far too late 

For that so now I stay up later than I ever did before just to avoid having to  see you in my dreams

 But I still can’t seem to escape reality. 

I’m at a lost of what to do, 

Don’t think I’ll ever get over you, 

But who knows what time will do, 

Well whatever it’s planning it better hurry the fuck up cos I’m a goddamn mess and I can’t seem to clean myself up

 But I can’t rely on anyone else so it’s just me.

 It’s just me in the fight, and I guess that’s alright. 

Maybe I could hold on the hope of you and I reuniting but I think that’s highly unlikely 

So what’s the point. 

Answer,

 there isn’t one, 

and now the healing process has begun but that doesn’t mean the pain is done, 

not yet. 

And who knows for how long I’ll feel this way. 

Guess we’ll see.

 Guess we’ll see.