Atlantic

Under the illusion

Of what I thought we had

Was just like the sensation

Of getting up too fast

I hear the words repeating

It sounds just like it does

When the temper hits the ceiling

And nothing really works

I'm thinking about it

Way more than I should

All the leaves

In the city you live

I wonder if they're still green

Outta reach

With my emotions

And all of the Atlantic between

You said you had your reasons

But none of them made sense

Still without a question

I'd do it all again

You'd think I learn my lesson

It's been a year or two

But all of my obsessions

They're pointing straight at you

I'm thinking about it

I wish you did too

All the leaves

In the city you live

I wonder if they're still green

Outta reach

With my emotions

And all of the Atlantic between

All the leaves

I wonder if they're still green like me