It's starting to dawn on me: I'm missing you
more than I ought to be
I'm staring at old frontispiece pictures
SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE
This beautiful day I'll brace this broken page with
pieces that I'm picking up
But little did I know that the stories
weren't where I left them off
Said she's gone without me
Said she, "It just wasn't meant to be"
I used to make a wish before the blazes wake in January sky
They were composed of hopes and coated in reproach (keeps the powder dry)
It started to rain on me: I missed out
on opportunities
And out of all the notes I've burned this one just
keeps on coming back at me
All of these thoughts of you
(Oh she can't be...No, she...Please be mistaken...)
Burning these thoughts of you
(Is she taken?)
And I want to be a specter than be a lonely spectator
so I can sing a requiem for me and you
(Said she's gone without me)
The final bomb has blown and I'm still counting past the hour
until dawn (until dawn)
no sleep (no sleep)
I won't be dreaming of (I won't be dreaming of what)
dreams of what life might've have been
could've been
should've been
Burning these thoughts of you
(Oh she couldn't be...No, she...Please be mistaken...)
Calls back these thoughts of you
(Oh she's taken away)
The final book was thrown, and yet am I still looking for some closure? (I don't know)
How do I go on when you belong to someone else?
(Can't go on it's clearly in the endgame)
Nothing's quite as final as being married and expecting
(Final as when married and expecting)
So I want to be a ghost than spend afterlife in heaven