I feel like I’ve been shot in the stomach,
Everything I try to say
Won’t come out

I dread the  good dreams of you more than my darkest nightmare

Smoke drifts through the air,
Sere leaves burnt in a pile.
A chill in the air, but a warm sun.
Stretched out like a cat on the crisp grass
That smoky wind blows by.
How long I’ve waited for you.
My burnt orange heaven.

I can touch you,
I can't feel you.
I can kiss you,
I can't taste you.
I can hold you,
I can't help you.
I am with you,
I'm not there.

I showed you the poem
About you
And you loved it
And asked me who it was about

Five hundred texts a day
Take the hearts away
After your name
Just “name” in my phone
How can a phone contact
Be a ghost

You never sing for me anymore