you run my mind like a routine
making your rounds
seasonally
or
unexpectedly
like the beginning of a playlist i just finished listening to
i just finished listening to
you
and you're here
again
"there's something intimate about never speaking to someone again"
I deleted your number and I regret it
there, I said it
For I was a fool to think you were the
[repentant] type
the type to
reach
out
if i could talk to you today
i'd have so much i'd want to say
like,
how I kept your film photos
your memory in a box under my bed
your secret after all these years
i'd tell you
i'm sorry
because the rest of the world
is tired of hearing it.
i'd tell you
i listen to every song you write
because they're all about me
[even if they're not]
ML
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
you run my mind like a routine
making your rounds
seasonally
or
unexpectedly
like the beginning of a playlist i just finished listening to
i just finished listening to
you
and you're here
again
"there's something intimate about never speaking to someone again"
I deleted your number and I regret it
there, I said it
For I was a fool to think you were the
[repentant] type
the type to
reach
out
if i could talk to you today
i'd have so much i'd want to say
like,
how I kept your film photos
your memory in a box under my bed
your secret after all these years
i'd tell you
i'm sorry
because the rest of the world
is tired of hearing it.
i'd tell you
i listen to every song you write
because they're all about me
[even if they're not]
ML
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