But you had most of my routine
It's not only your house's backyard near
You always share me all my dreams
Hard to start again when you were my favourite thing

I try to stop crying not to ruin what's left of my feels
Sometimes, it gets too easy but I keep bleeding
My friends said getting you away will stop bothering me
But a ghost of you is still getting the best of me
You're my routine, and all the things