Chamomile

It tastes like you

And our apartment too

The yellow walls

Our dying basil

It sounds like you

Boiling water to brew

Lunch is ready

Set it for two

I'm not saying that I want it

Because I don't want it back

But I can't tell myself it's over

'Cause I'm still not over it

It's a weird and painful in-between

To be in love with what has been

But at a place where you and I

Don't fit quite in

But the songs and the dreams and the chamomile tea

Will always bring me back to bright walls and cities

Where you and me

Were 'we'

It feels odd not to ask how you are

All these unspoken rules to obey

I am told to keep my distance so as not to confuse this

As our history falls wordlessly away

I'm not saying that I want it

Because I don't want it back

But nostalgia is a wrecking ball

And I'm a wall of glass

It's a weird and painful in-between

To be in love with what has been

But at a place where you and I

Don't fit quite in

But the songs and the dreams and the chamomile tea

Will always bring me back to bright walls and cities

Where you and me

Were 'we'

I'm not saying that I want it because I don't want it back

But we built a life together and it's hard to forget

It's a weird and painful in-between

To be in love with what has been

But at a place where you and I don't...

But the songs and the dreams and the chamomile tea

Will always bring me back to bright walls and cities

Where you and me were 'we'