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moving in slow like the smoke
from your cigarette
every step closer's a step
that we both will regret
keeping a tally but who can keep track?
your overreacting is taking me back
to a time better left alone
holding on to the phone
holding on to this glass
holding on to the memory of what didn't last
waiting for betters words; they'll never come
so dry your eyes, it's better now it's done
keep a tight grip like a child
holding onto a swing set
waiting and hoping to find what i can't figure out yet
please don't, unless this is something you mean
another nightmare instead of a dream
better left alone
holding on to the phone
holding on to this glass
holding on to the memory of what didn't last
waiting for betters words; they'll never come
so dry your eyes
holding on to the phone
holding on to this glass
holding on to the memory of what didn't last
waiting for betters words; they'll never come
so dry your eyes, it's better now it's done
i never lost so much
i never lost so much
i never lost so much
holding on to the phone
holding on to this glass
holding on to the memory of what didn't last
waiting for better words; they'll never come
so dry your eyes
holding on to the phone
holding on to this glass
holding on to the memory of what didn't last
waiting for betters words; they'll never come
so dry your eyes, it's better now it's done
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