If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
and if a heart breaks in your chest and no one around you cares, does it ever heal?
nobody cares about the grief inside your bones
they're just sticks and stones
"the hurt will heal soon, darling, it just takes time"
missing you comes with the tide
and right now its high
and I'm drowning
i want you at my door
i don't care if its 4
in the morning
i know its cliche but
i miss your blue eyes
today the sky reminded me of them
and i couldn't help but think
are you thinking of me too?
someone asked me the other day, if you had 3 wishes what would they be?
i wish we were together
close enough to be
like the flowers in my journal
pressed between the pages
of the memories i wrote about you
and i wish your hands
were intertwined with mine
like crochet needles
making a beautiful piece of art
they'd hang us in the met and baby we'd be famous
i wish you'd call me
and tell me you still loved me
like it was your last day on earth
and you didn't want anything more than to be with me
sitting at a picnic table on the beach
so close that our legs were touching
my cheeks blushing
hearts are buzzing
but its a shame
because the genie never came
my wishes are just wishes
and my dreams are just dreams
i can hear my heart scream
but no one else is around
so can you hear it?
and if a heart breaks in your chest and no one around you cares, does it ever heal?
nobody cares about the grief inside your bones
they're just sticks and stones
"the hurt will heal soon, darling, it just takes time"
missing you comes with the tide
and right now its high
and I'm drowning
i want you at my door
i don't care if its 4
in the morning
i know its cliche but
i miss your blue eyes
today the sky reminded me of them
and i couldn't help but think
are you thinking of me too?
someone asked me the other day, if you had 3 wishes what would they be?
i wish we were together
close enough to be
like the flowers in my journal
pressed between the pages
of the memories i wrote about you
and i wish your hands
were intertwined with mine
like crochet needles
making a beautiful piece of art
they'd hang us in the met and baby we'd be famous
i wish you'd call me
and tell me you still loved me
like it was your last day on earth
and you didn't want anything more than to be with me
sitting at a picnic table on the beach
so close that our legs were touching
my cheeks blushing
hearts are buzzing
but its a shame
because the genie never came
my wishes are just wishes
and my dreams are just dreams
i can hear my heart scream
but no one else is around
so can you hear it?