Those fucking chocolate bunnies

Is it the anticipation that makes it so hard for you to speak.
Or is it the fact that you only keep running your mouth off in every direction
Correct me for being so wrong
So senseless
So negative
But its not just me you see its also you
You don't see what's been done wrong
Or what makes this that
Or that this
Correct me if I'm wrong but the sky looks so beautiful with all of it's hues and blues
Man am I feeling blue, bluer than the sea
The ocean
The sky

Under the sheets or over the covers
Above the skies or under the seas
Take this package of hatred and send it back to yourself

And don't you tell me what it is
and what it was
and what it could've been
Because I know what it was
And how it could've been if you stood there all on your own
Waiting to grow old and waiting for the light to change green
But I've forgotten all of that and remembered to look up to the moon
And ask for it's forgiveness as it tells me what i did so horribly wrong
And to remember to look up to the sun every once and a while just in case i am to never see it again


I'd love to hold you where you are
And tell you I miss you