Here I am fighting another summer without you.
Just smile the way you did, get me through.
I loved everything about you, June.
And I'm missing the hell out of you calling me "Blue".

That light, I couldn't hide anything from.
With open arms, I could trust someone.
Through all of this darkness, you still are my sun.
And to your ghost, I still run ...
No matter how lively or undone I become.

There are certain smells that wreck me to hell,
Reminding me that I'm still unwell.
But in you, I still confide so well.

In this world, I feel oh so small.
And the line's been cut, but I still call.
Its a pick-me-up, dust-me-off ...
Every single time that I fall.

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