I didn't love myself until I stopped loving you;
These melancholy skies can't hold any truth.
The night turns on and I think to myself:
Will it ever fall on somebody else?
Mess of blue and grey summons the day away.
When it rains it pours. The rain isn't here to stay.
Kicked the habit. Now I'm back on the train.
Now I disappear into the mellow, quiet rain.

My pretentious longings sink to my lungs;
A flash of green disappears with the sun.
I stare from a beach, burnt and alone.
More content than I've ever been because I can see that I've grown.