I wish I could paint a world
that belongs just to us
coloured in the hues
of your heartbeat
Your voice rings
like a recording off glass
that shatters and falls silent
I fucking miss you
I hoard memories
like time can’t sweep them away
but you’re already gone
And I didn’t know
I didn’t know
time stole you
and no one told me
And I didn’t know
missing you could hurt this much
We made our own world
I painted my darkness
into something beautiful
while you found beauty in escapism
and we bounced our opposing
worlds of sobriety and psychedelia
into works of art
only we knew the secrets of
You called me remarkable
but I’m the one that wished
I could live a life
as bold as you
You were the sunshine
to my darkness
and I was the sanity
to your trips
and every time we collided
our lonely solidarity
felt like home
And now I’m left
with nothing but memories
and recordings of your voice
that’ll never compete with real life
