Lyrics to Haze
How much do you remember about those summers we spent together? Because I don't seem to be able to recall all those things I thought that I'd miss, your perfume and your sun kissed skin, turns out they meant nothing all along. I was haunted by the emptiness that filled the hole you left, a grave I still can't bring myself to visit yet. Though I won't be losing sleep, I still refuse to forget, it took me so long to admit we were dead;
But we were dead.
You buried it in the backyard of a house that we built with our bare hands where you said we'd grow old together. I felt safe there, I knew every crooked frame and every creaking stair. I could have stayed my whole fucking life, but time was never a friend of mine.
I got so scared that I disappeared into my head for 8 lonely years and it killed me, but it hurt you too, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry but you weren't there when I needed you most. I felt like I was a ghost of someone you used to love, but I was never enough to save us.
Are you happy? Are you happy?
So tell me, is it serious between you and him? I hope to God that he makes you happy, I hope I never hear your name again.
Now the home we made is nothing more than a house, where we fucked and we ate, but never fell in love. You're sleeping in the bed we made, with somebody else.
Are you happy?
Are you fucking happy?
But we were dead.
You buried it in the backyard of a house that we built with our bare hands where you said we'd grow old together. I felt safe there, I knew every crooked frame and every creaking stair. I could have stayed my whole fucking life, but time was never a friend of mine.
I got so scared that I disappeared into my head for 8 lonely years and it killed me, but it hurt you too, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry but you weren't there when I needed you most. I felt like I was a ghost of someone you used to love, but I was never enough to save us.
Are you happy? Are you happy?
So tell me, is it serious between you and him? I hope to God that he makes you happy, I hope I never hear your name again.
Now the home we made is nothing more than a house, where we fucked and we ate, but never fell in love. You're sleeping in the bed we made, with somebody else.
Are you happy?
Are you fucking happy?
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