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I hold out pens like cigarettes. I sent an old friend a "Happy Birthday" text and then deleted her number. I like to think that she never replied because I blocked her number, But I don't remember I want to know if she wanted to forget me. I never want to forget again. I've drawn your face with words I've drawn her's with tally marks, Counting all of the of the times that I thought back to that mistake Words are forever, And I hope you are, too, But in case you aren't, I never want to forget I am holding on to every second I saw your face People try to take that from me That's one reason I have no friends: Your memory is a better friend than they could ever be So I hold on to you, instead. I need to hold your hand And let go of her's But yours is just out of reach And her's faded years ago. I have fallen in love with holding on to nothing To no one's hand No one can be my best friend when they have to be I wish I didn't have to be alone I hold out pens like cigarettes Because I hope that my words can leave permanent marks.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
Cigarettes
I hold out pens like cigarettes. I sent an old friend a "Happy Birthday" text and then deleted her number. I like to think that she never replied because I blocked her number, But I don't remember I want to know if she wanted to forget me. I never want to forget again. I've drawn your face with words I've drawn her's with tally marks, Counting all of the of the times that I thought back to that mistake Words are forever, And I hope you are, too, But in case you aren't, I never want to forget I am holding on to every second I saw your face People try to take that from me That's one reason I have no friends: Your memory is a better friend than they could ever be So I hold on to you, instead. I need to hold your hand And let go of her's But yours is just out of reach And her's faded years ago. I have fallen in love with holding on to nothing To no one's hand No one can be my best friend when they have to be I wish I didn't have to be alone I hold out pens like cigarettes Because I hope that my words can leave permanent marks.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
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