Chamomile

I'm not riding out to the beaches anymore
Cause my past has been washed up shore
Sometimes good apples can be rotten to the core
I want new things but I can't handle anymore

I don't know what to do without you
I know that we're through
And I need to rest my head
I need to go to sleep
And think about things for the next 500 years
I have so many fears

I've been dancing without a partner for the past few years
Thinking back on the last night, anxiety and tears
I don't wish for revenge, but I give you three cheers
I just want you to know despite everything, I'm still here

I don't know what to do without you
I know that we're through
And I need to rest my head
I need to go to sleep
And think about things for the next 500 years
I have so many fears