Aug 2015
I can't feel my fingers
Because they're still tangled in the memories we made
And i can't find a way to undo the knots wrapped tight around my hands
and i can't help but wish some days that i could tell you how i'm doing
and ask how you're doing
but it doesn't work like that
because when people stop talking
it stays like that
whether it be for good reason or not
Because they're still tangled in the memories we made
And i can't find a way to undo the knots wrapped tight around my hands
and i can't help but wish some days that i could tell you how i'm doing
and ask how you're doing
but it doesn't work like that
because when people stop talking
it stays like that
whether it be for good reason or not
I'm listening to old music i dug up from the depths of my Spotify playlists and it's reminding me of the days when i thought we were invincible. I used to think he put the stars in the sky. I can't imagine why now.
Written by
Claire Elizabeth
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