Buried a hatchet months ago
It's coming up flowers and I mean thousands
Sometimes I find myself wishing for snow
Watch em die slowly til I am ready to let go

Some day I'm gonna live like I should
But I still feel so blue like you thought that I would
Some day I'll wish you well but for now
I'd say I still love you but I'd hate the sound

Conscious of everything I do
Somehow it all reminds me of you
I tried to make friends but they're not like me
I'd tell them about you but I'm scared they know something

Some day I'm gonna live like I should
But I still feel so blue like you thought that I would
Some day I'll let the words out of my mouth
But if I am honest now I'd hate the sound