Try one more time
Thursday morning, walk the bike path
Like it's nothing
But I lived in your skin for almost four years
And now I'm blown clear and everyone looks in
A river around a rock
I can hear you, but I don't really wanna talk
'Cause you've got this strange power
Over me, but I don't blame you
Even though I try, when I fail to
Find my footing, see my own view
Close your car door, am I empty
In a good way?
My foreign bedroom, all our old things
Reconfigured into something new
The saddest museum, dedicated
To all my bullshit
Am I that dried flower?
On the table, half immortal
Even though I died when I asked you
To try and hold me all the ways I wanted to hold you
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