I swear the smell of gas in the vegeta only made it tastier

I made a promise that I couldn’t keep,
never brought her for you to meet.
Now there’s sorrow occupying my room,
can tomorrow please come real soon.

From the stories you’ve told me,
I thought you were the best,
tell me again all about your past,
please just one last time tell me about your past.

How you met him,
and how you got into fights,
how you ran away,
and how happy you were that day.

I want to hear your stories,
just one last time,
record all the memories,
so they’ll never die.

Smile one last time,
for me to remember,
get angry, give it one more try,
you said you won’t surrender.

Bring forth the thunder,
that your voice resembled,
waddle to the kitchen,
when you fed the rebel.

Who am I kidding,
you’re in a better place,
I know I’ll never see you again,
hope you know what you meant.

I wouldn't pull a Hannibal on you, I just want to understand what you're going through... Wait.... Wasn't he a psychiatrist?

I just wanna wake up,
wearing your skin,
see from your humble perspective,
the pain gone undetected.

And I just gotta hold on,
to your words,
feel the sorrow and sadness,
masked by redness,
of your cheeks,
when you go on your own,
listening to the same songs,
just to be reminded of your old friends.

I just wanna wake up,
right beside you,
see how peaceful you are,
now that the pain has gone,
away.

Messages in bottles cannot be screenshotted, right?

Forward the messages from your phone,
direct them to the back of my mind,
make sure it's something I'll never forget.

All my choices are things I'll always regret,
as you sleep in his bed,
I let it get to my head,
all the sorrow and dread,
I've ever seen,
no spirit in the waves.

So slowly,
I'm breathing.
So slowly,
I'm living.