Perennials

(альбом: October Forever - 2020)

Feels like every second I let you down
Twenty four seven I'm making you miserable
I'm conditioned to hear that sound
A slight hesitation that tells me you're cynical
Black heart with your beautiful eyes
I buried your flowers and knew they would die
I was pitiful
I considered you mine

I've been running
I can't stomach
Thinking of that summer
A dead sentiment
My heads deafening
Thinking of that summer
I'm sentimental for promises that were unkept
So bury me in the past
You had perennials growing next to your front steps
But nothing can ever last

Cause I know
Idealistic versions of you die slow
And my eyes
Can never be trusted
Cause they find hope
In unrealistic places I design

I'm dying underneath of a bridge that we never built
I'm trying to not to speak with the demons left from your guilt
But they're calling me
I hid in the haven inside your mind
You apologized in vain but you didn't say it in time
They follow me now

Black heart
Beautiful eyes
Perennials left here to die
I was pitiful
I considered you mine
Hold it together
Cold with the weather
October Forever
Over the terror, I'm part of it now