Texty: Chronic Future. Lines In My Face. Say Goodbye.

The tenth day before I left
Well, everything was just fine
She must have waited
To cave in on that day nine

This severely effected
The eighth and seventh night
But that still didn't make me feel
Like the time was right to say goodbye

Say goodbye to you my friend
Say goodbye

Ten, nine, eight, seven, sixth day before I left
We pretended things were fine
Even though the ninth day
Cave was acting as both our minds

Fifth day and counting
Well, she found it astounding
When I told her I didn't want to miss her
While she was in my surroundings

The fourth day was new with her
Same question asked again
Once you're gone how long
Till I get my depth perception back again?

At that I had the same flabbergasted face
For most of the third and second days
The final day before I left came
And I still had nothing to say

Say goodbye to you my friend
Say goodbye to you my friend, my friend

The fifth day after I had left
I was trying to adjust and she came
The sixth day she was stuck
Looking for sparks but couldn't see the flame

The seventh day I fell asleep
In the fire that we had made
She woke me up and I said goodbye
And we were never the same, go

Attraction, a distraction
A fraction in a lifetime of satisfaction
Take action or back off
Take action or back off
Take action or back off

Say goodbye to you my friend
Say goodbye to you my friend, my friend
Say goodbye, say goodbye