The Smell Of Burnt Flowers
I guess we'll meet in time
As I lay a flower on your windowsill
I hold on to these dear drams of mine
Only time can tell, hold us still
Been meaning to write back
But i never got the chance
I had writer's block, panic attacks
Do you remember the last time we danced?
That night you took my hand
Spun me around, "spin me again" I'd say
And then we would make plans to see each other
On the weekends
I never took you as a heartbreaker
Since you've been hurt more than i have
But i guess looks can be deceiving
and personalities can only cover up how we're actually feeling
What happened to us?
Where did the time go?
Were we going too fast?
Or was i just being too slow?
These memories i have
Leave an awful scent
Like the smell of burnt flowers
That i never thought i could sense
I'm sorry if I have caused you pain
That must've been the reason you left
i wish you the best
i wish you everything i couldn't give