The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds thrown across a blue blanket,
I lean against the wind,
Pretend that I am weightless,
And in this moment I am happy,
Happy.
I, wish you were here.
I, wish you were here.
This fucking sucks. It hasn’t sunk in. We even picked you up yesterday and I still keep picturing you at my 21st or us at Soundwave.
I just wish I understood why you’re not here anymore.
