Текст песни Green Eyes - Mac McInerney

I like the pitch dark cause I can't tell the difference between
When my eyes are opened or closed
I like the night stars cause I can tell them things
Nobody else can know
I like journals cause there's so many lines with ideas to be
But every single page fills up and runs out of space eventually
And I can't take it

Green eyes missing the taste of your lips
Blue skies, I can't give in
We run out of space, we run out of time
Was this a waste? Was this a waste of time?
I don't know how I survive
I guess it has something to do with your green eyes

I like closed roads cause i can walk in the middle of the street
I like knowing things other people don't, and movies with mysteries
I was happy when i gave you my heart and you gave me yours
But then you give it back and i ask what the hell is this all for
So go and break it

Green eyes missing you in my life
Blue skies what's the point if I try
We run out of fuel you give me back my heart
But I gave it to you, is this all my fault?
So take and save it
Accept my heart to go and break it
I don't know why the hell I try
I guess it has something to do with your green eyes

And I'm on "do not disturb" and you're leaving me on read and
I'm thinking of the days when I was laying in your bed
And now you're in my head next to the pillow where you used to sleep
And it's hard for me to comprehend that you're not here next to me
Watching you leave as the days pass by
And I still can't think of a single reason why
I had to fuck this up, trust me i never meant to
The "me" became "us" and now I'm back to
"Do not disturb" and you're leaving me on read and
I'm thinking of the days when I was laying in your bed
And now you're in my head next to the pillow where you used to sleep
And it's hard for me to comprehend that you're not here next to me
Watching you leave as the days pass by
And I still can't think of a single reason why
I had to fuck this up, trust me i never meant to
The "me" became "us" and now im back to

Green eyes, missing the taste of your lips
Blue skies, I can't give in
We run out of space, we run out of time
Was this a waste? Was this a waste of a rhyme?
I don't know how I survive
I guess it has something to do with your green eyes