You ruined Frank Ocean for meTwo colors long paragraphs of what we could beA day full of struggle, my sigh of reliefI'm fine on my own, you know what fine means to meI miss you, I miss youThere were hikes in the June and spring weatherI miss you, I miss youFogged windows in the cold of DecemberYou left with your plan of attackLit a cigarette and said you're my tray full of ashA phoenix unborn, now I'm way off your backMy self-control has turned to these panic attacksAnd I miss you, I miss youYeah, I know that I could've done betterBut I miss you, I miss youBreak my back, I'll carry whatever it takesTo see your fake freckles dance beneath the stars againYour dimples worth the pain that it would take to see your faceI can't seem to fight the urge to scream curses at your nameMy self-therapy is lacking, cause I can't move past the fact that youYou ruined a frank caution for meTwo colors long paragraphs of what we could beA day full of struggle, my sigh of reliefI'm fine on my own, you know what fine means to meI miss you, I miss youShore hikes in the June and spring weatherI miss you, I miss youFogged windows in the cold of December*