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How could I forget my line and miss your smile
atop the park, so still and stark, our beating hearts
I felt yours there
I didn't know you knew my soul as if your own
but now I know
If love's a game we're bound to play I'm in last place
but I'm okay
So now I'll walk for forty blocks until I stop
And try to map some pattern that I brought back
I can't sleep
All my friends, this apartment, the long weekend
I'll hold your hand and start a band to save us and
revive the scene
I think of time and all its lies we hide behind
these days I'm mean
How all the loves I could have loved were never love
the cafe sleeps
And my old roommates in all their new states running through fate
like it's a wheel
We learned a lot, we burned a lot, I turned a lot of people down
to write this song
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After all, it's ordinary to feel so all alone
The good things, when they're gone, are so much sweeter
Then, at dusk, we rush to bury past lives in the leaves
Winter comes relieved, so writes the reader
Could it all be arbitrary pieces in their places
That which we erase is nonexistent
If you called me far from every Boston basement show
From your west coast home, that'd be consistent
Now the ocean's open-ended, meteors are meeting
seagulls in a scene, it seems so scripted
How my hope is so offended by the passing lunch rush
If I had a wing then I just clipped it
How to take any number of problems
when you wake sweating in them at midnight
No one ever figured out the rules or if they did
they died before they wrote
After all, it's ordinary to feel so all alone
The good things, when they're gone, are so much sweeter
Then, at dusk, we rush to bury past lives in the leaves
Winter comes relieved, so writes the reader
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