I’m glued to your jacket the one that you gave me
I’m buried in blankets where we drowned for weeks
Your pillow is still damp from your wet hair
That smell brings back so much

The notes are now folded, some pinned to the walls
I’m reading them over, but there are no words that I understand
Your perfume is leaking through the shoebox
That smell brings back so much

I’ll be lying if I didn’t say
I miss the nights we spent fighting
I’ll take them over this silence
Take back the things that I said
Pretend I don’t know what you did
I’ll take the pain over this any day

How do you think when you can’t think of anything else at all?
What do you say when no clever or romantic phrase can save this now?
And breathing is too hard so why bother
When I am already dead

I’ll be lying if I didn’t say
I miss the nights we spent fighting
I’ll take them over this silence
Take back the things that I said
Pretend I don’t know what you did
I’ll take the pain over this any day

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