Margaux

Another day, another room and nothing new to say But pretty eyes that match the sky and softness in her face She can't decide and never cries, I think that's just her style Margaux, stay a little while Countless hours spent outside to waste her time away An overbearing, endless staring into outer space I can't recall the time before I felt so out of place Margaux left without a trace Sunday mornings are quieter these days And when do I get back the time we wasted? We both know there's no one else to blame Margaux left and nothing felt the same Another meal in silence and I don't know what to make My room is still a mess and my hair is just the same I contemplate and wait for something just to make me move Margaux said I'd never lose Sunday mornings are quieter these days And when do I get back the time we wasted? We both know there's no one else to blame Margaux left and nothing felt, Margaux left it's for the best Margaux left and everything has changed