I woke up right outside your door
and wished that I was dead
I felt last nights oblivion
crashing through my head

you were my fascination
my psychedelic muse
but you shattered all my good intentions
you had to make me choose

You could not be with me
‘cause I would not marry you
but you were everything I every knew

I’m getting used to the silence
without you

little did I know
that it would hurt this bad
call it symptoms of withdrawal
but I want you back

I’m so afraid of the future
there’s comfort in the past
‘cause when I’m by myself
the present never lasts

you were always stronger
but I needed a little longer
but you got tired way too fast

I’m getting used to the silence
without you