End Of May



Golden haze,Another morning feels like yesterday.End of may..Now you're gone and there's still bills to pay.And you know it doesn't help to make believe, you're sitting next to me.It doesn't help, to make believe that you are right behind meSaying it's okay.
Longer days,More time to sit and watch the pendulum sway.In quiet rage I'm staring at this empty notebook page.In times like these you feel like you are done with feeling,You feel you want to stop the pain from healingBecause you feel like you're the only one,Who's ever felt this way.
Some days in a daze, there's brighter days.Funny how the feeling never stays,But I know I'll have to come to terms when I'm awake,Thinking about you is the icing on the cake.Makes me realize the fact you're gone for good for goodness sake.
Golden haze, another morning feels like yesterday.End of may, a year is gone and I still feel this way,When we meet again, I'll ask you how you're doingAnd you'll say fine and ask me how I'm doing
And then I'll lie and I'll say ordinary, It's just an ordinary day.
It's just an ordinary day
It's just an ordinary day