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)