It was the middle of march at the end of the world
After I tore down a wall full of options
Then the spring kissed my cheek and with a twirl of her dress
She left and let the summer hop in
We had a debate til’ 4 in the morning
With screams to measure who was wrong and right
She swore she heard her faucet running
And the ghosts she swore she heard every night
And from the corner of my eye, I could see
Summer drowning in thе leaves that werе chiming in
And in the corner of her eye, she could see
A little hummingbird
That funny enough
Kind of looked like me
Now I’m journaling all of my mistakes, old and new
Left alone with my recurring nightmare
Where you’re staring at me at the end of an empty street and
When I turn around you’re never really there
But if you stared at me like that I think I’d die
Or maybe I’d get brave enough to start a fire
And from the corner of my eye, I could see
The winter sun moving up higher and higher
From the corner of my eye, I could see
Winter dying in the familiar march breeze
And from the corner of your eye you could see
A little humming bird
That kinda looked like
I thought I saw you crying, but it was just wishful thinking
I thought I saw you crying