Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday
End of May.. now you’re gone and there’s still bills to pay..
And you know it doesn’t help to make believe you’re, you’re sitting next to me,
it doesn’t help to, to make believe that you are right behind me, saying it’s okay.
Longer days, more time to sit and watch the pendulum sway.
And quiet rage; I’m staring at an empty notebook page.
At times like these you feel like you are done with feeling;
you feel you want to stop the pain from healing,
because you feel like you’re the only one who ever felt this way.
Somedays in our days, there’s brighter days
Funny how the feeling never stays
But I know I’ll have to come to terms when I’m awake
Thinking about you is the icing on the cake
It makes me realize the fact you’re gone for good, for goodness sake.
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
End of May.. a year is gone and I still feel this way.
And when we meet again I’ll ask you how you’re doing.
And you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie and I’ll say “ordinary… it’s just an ordinary day.”