bokeh

while the lights burn red in the back of my eyes

i take deep breaths; just a matter of time

before the world laid before me

with starlit skies blurs into oblivion

but you'll still thrive

if all i'll have left are the memories

of your dark eyes

as close as we'd be

it breaks my heart that i'll never ever see them again

i'll want to see them again

but not even the future can predict what i might see

what i might see

what might i see?

i know one day i'll fly away

and find someplace where i might stay

where i'll pretend to see my face

in the mirror on the wall i placed

and if you were to come to me

with one last gift that i might see

a bouquet's a bouquet

and that's well and okay

but i won't pretend if i only see bokeh

perhaps one day i'll become a machine

and view our world like no human being

but even then, they'll be camera feeds

and soon all that tech will be obsolete

then i'll need it all replaced

all this just to see your face

it'd break my heart if i couldn't see a trace anymore

can't be replaced anymore

and not even the future can predict what i might do

what would i do?

i know one day i'll fly away

and find someplace where i might stay

where i'll pretend to see my face

in the mirror on the wall i placed

and if you were to come to me

with one last gift that i might see

a bouquet's a bouquet

and that's well and okay

but i won't pretend if i only see bokeh

But i won't pretend if i only see bokeh

But i won't pretend if i only see bokeh

But i won't pretend b-but i won't pretend b-but

but i won't pretend b-but i won't but i won't