Blueprints

I guess I assumed that I had a clue, or knew how to do this While you got sicker I was drafting up my blueprints
But as it turns out, they were of no use to me
I've been so lost ever since your wings found peace
This is a poor attempt at moving on
This is me reluctantly giving your death a song
In doing so, I get lifted from the low
So if only for a moment-it won't feel like your gone
I let my regret get the better of the best memories with you Tried drugs and liquor for a quicker happy substitute
But as it turns out, they did more harm than good
Now I spend my days in a haze, blaming it on my childhood