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