when i look at the fairy lights in my room
i think back to Paris
the time that we spent there
the good days
when i look at the sea before me
i think about your deep blue eyes
when i look at the stars
i think about your smile and about how charming you can be
remembering again how it felt to be next to you
to be with you
but then i remember who you are and what you did to me
i remember that there's not enough good memories to make the bad one's better
-fairy lights
