Hello ankle
Well there goes that.
That One Song I Never Wrote
will I struggle constantly over you will I ever forget the feel of you but why am I here, laying in the sweater you gave me the one you never asked for back will I forever have to dance to the songs we loved alone twirling myself with the seams of your ghost your fingers strumming my guitar urging me to come closer to your heart The falling was the best part The staying the hardest The San Francisco fog rolled in Lost in the motion of the mess You asked me to write a song and it takes me back to that day under the sun when nothing you could do or say would be wrong our excitement at the start line, waiting for the gun
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