A tribute to things lost:
Behind drunken eyes, pursed lips
I never thought it'd come to this.

A friends house, or getting high
stay up late, the clouds fly by.

You we(a)re my star.
A little girl scared to have come so far.

Of all of them, you were my favorite feel.
It took something like this to make it real.

And though I can't go back, I hate some things I've done.
I still want to be good for you, what light will I have without my sun?