Oh all the things I wished to say
But figured it couldn't be fair that you deserved me
You couldn't have both, you shouldn't have it all
As I looked at you, figuring that all of your freckles being in the exact same place
Had to mean that your same skin had to be underneath if I were to peel you away
I'd guess your laugh, still sounds exactly the same
Because you can strip yourself of every single thing aside from your vocal chords
And I've still got a box filled with all of your notes
(patiently waiting by the phone
for the wake up call
you finally say I'm self obsessed
and dodging a lot more than that)
"This version I am certain, this shit ain't even about you"
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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