Of Things Yet to Come

But you had lost a lot of friends They swam away, not to pretend It was for the best The party storms, the embrace And you don't pick up when I count you down Am I best left in the past? So I make a space for things to float I trim my weeds in search of growth I'm okay with it There I go, making a show Of myself again I'm still wedded to the idea that you Are still there again A symbol of relief You were a good man You were the best The pills, they cure, they keep at bay Instead of black, my days are grey (you were a good man) So I put my faith in what's to come For it's the thing you would have done (you were the best) If I couldn't have it all, I wanted nothing If I couldn't have the depths of you There I go, making a show Of myself again I'm still wedded to the idea that you Are still there again A symbol of relief You were a good man You were the best Now you're less than a memory You're an echo now, fake facsimile They say hope is something to give yourself But it's not the same, I don't know how to get over you Of things yet to come Of things yet to come Of things yet to come Of things yet to come Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh