Lying in the Grass Thinking About Death - Acoustic

I asked a crow to go get some help
And nothing but air came back to me
Some silver was streaked into the sky
And we were in hell comparatively
Like a weight to the ground
And sights to the clouds
Resembling how it feels like
I'm just passing by
Like I'm just passing by
Like it's all passing by
Like we're all passing by

When I was young I had a crush
On a girl who then passed away
I never wanted to tell anyone
I thought that it's noise would start to fade
And now I think of this and the short lives lived
And the echoes we all leave behind
That all come passing by
That all come passing by
Like it's all passing by
Like it's all passing by

Tossed in a dream and caught in between
The past and your bad predictions
When I look at what I've done
And what I thought I'd become
All I see is distance
Cause I see these streams of possibilities
And they all string across my sight
But then keep passing by
And they keep passing by
Like it's all passing by
And it's all passing by
And its all passing by
Like we're all passing by