There's writing on my page I can't see the numbers
Because they're counting on my fingers
Stop sawing on the table I just fixed it yesterday
I'm drawing stars on my page I squeeze you till you scream
So I know you're still alive go back to your magazine
There's something wrong because I'm feeling too good
I want to wear blue shades for my sunsets to stay blue
I'm forgetting your face and your saltwater taste
We should have never turned back now I'm broken in two
I'm sick of birthday cake and fuzzy feelings
But most of all the way you said goodbye
You're screaming sincere but your tears are a joke
Till death do we Smoke
There's something wrong because I'm feeling too good
I want to wear blue shades for my sunsets to stay blue
I'm forgetting your face and your saltwater taste
We should have never turned back now I'm broken in two