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November 12, 2015

Lyrics

There's a million songs in my head, each one screaming to get out
Each one hoping to become more than a thought trapped in a nerve
And I get, overtaken by the overwhelming possibility that they exist
So I power through the work week
Set my goals and write to-do lists
Do the dishes, pick the clothes up off the floor
Wasting weekdays watching walls and willing them to somehow fall without ever putting my hands to work

So stop thinking in absolutes
Do this and I'll follow suit
I've nothing but fond memories of you

I read the messages you sent and memorized those ten digits like they were written on the insides of my eyes
Apologies and punishments
A cold shoulder, the warmest glance, a pause
A curse word and a smile
Photographs and alcohol
The shirt you sent to me last fall; I never wore it
But I lied and said I did
Attempts to be constructive, don't know why I'm so reluctant
The first step always was the hardest one

So stop thinking in absolutes
Do this and I'll follow suit
I've nothing but fond memories of you

The arguments I had with you stayed with me
Like a bad tattoo you laugh about but secretly regret
And I never did keep a score
But if I had to guess I'm sure
You were at least a thousand points ahead
But I loved you cause that didn't seem to matter
Our aging truths could always coexist
Intermittent messages and blurry photographs of friends
We still hope that we can call our best

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