Who you used to be
Is between the cracks
In the cushions of your mind,
And at night when you need it
Reach down underneath it
Grab her hand and dig her out
She asking you how things turned out.
Who we used to be,
What we used to know
And see
Is a lesson for who you need to be.
Don't be afraid to ask,
Who you thought you lost.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC
Who you used to be
Is between the cracks
In the cushions of your mind,
And at night when you need it
Reach down underneath it
Grab her hand and dig her out
She asking you how things turned out.
Who we used to be,
What we used to know
And see
Is a lesson for who you need to be.
Don't be afraid to ask,
Who you thought you lost.
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