NAPATSORN TREESAP

Thought I was getting over it,
Thought I was accepting things about you
My pillow still kisses my own tears 
Mourning at your own invisible tomb

Bedding down here grieving
Cursing at the fate and bad fortune
Bedding down here disbelieving 
Condemning at this pitiful girl with moon

I wish I could go back in time
Even when I really really hate it
‘Cause those times I can still see your eyes
And at least I can get your smile while we drove home

I chase those green lights 
Like it is your soul across the coast 
But it’s an invisible, impossible truth
I’m breaking down again, grasshopper wound 

I wanna dive deep into the sea
Checking every inch of this coral-blue 
Does my soul was formed in your skeleton blue? 
Let me see every inches of you, what’s mine

Let my broken pieces say bye
Let my wounded birds float in the age of time
Let it be history about a girl and a sad crime
Whose signs were never a grief 

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