Phases

When your sick game with nostalgia becomes  tragic
Oh when your nostalgia turns into obsession
When your head says hide but your guts say seek
When all you have left is your deceitful intuition-
Run to the place she used to live in
Crawl in the bed she used to sleep in
You'll find that even though she's gone
Her smell is still haunting these walls
These stairs are still facing her falls
And maybe you can still catch what's left of her love.

I like to think you're a stranger to me now 
That everything we've ever done like driving fast and careless, is part of a past that was never my present
You would have left me plain and simple, hurt and broken, ii would have been content.
I danced in your kitchen awhile ago
I grabbed on to your hips knowing i had to let go
I saw the hint of a smile on your familiar face
You said we did this right and we fucked up the rest
We did this right and ruined everything else

your will

Listen to a thousand songs
Reminding you of your young soul
It won't take you back closer
It won't take you back to her-

You're pushing her head underwater

Baby you're not sick anymore i promise
Darling you're safe now i must confess
What you need is a savior and not a cure
When you're doubting their love and feel unsure
When you're craving the arms of a father figure
Breathe in,
the things i gave to you
Breathe out
The things i never asked for you to give back