there's something tragic,
something poetic,
something nostalgic
about the way i still hang
onto every word you said
onto the way that you would
bury your face into my hair
onto the time that you bought
me a drink from across the
room at her art show
there's something tragic,
something poetic,
something nostalgic
about my visceral reaction
every time i hear your name
every time i drink tea in the
afternoon on a chilly day
every time i walk down the
road where you carried me
home when i had too much
there's something tragic,
something poetic,
something nostalgic
about you
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 10:22 PM UTC
there's something tragic,
something poetic,
something nostalgic
about the way i still hang
onto every word you said
onto the way that you would
bury your face into my hair
onto the time that you bought
me a drink from across the
room at her art show
there's something tragic,
something poetic,
something nostalgic
about my visceral reaction
every time i hear your name
every time i drink tea in the
afternoon on a chilly day
every time i walk down the
road where you carried me
home when i had too much
there's something tragic,
something poetic,
something nostalgic
about you
playing it on repeat.
09/06/2021.
"Have you no idea that you're in deep? I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week. How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee.
Do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways? Sad to see you go; was sorta hopin' that you'd stay. Baby, we both know that the nights were mainly made for sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day.
Crawlin' back to you; ever thought of callin' when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do. Maybe I'm too busy bein' yours to fall for somebody new. Now, I've thought it through, crawlin' back to you."
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