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Dec 2018
give me a minute to gather my thoughts
before i pretend that i haven’t planned it at all
walking a tightrope, suspect that i’ll fall

but what’s the point in hurting if not to feel something
it’s better than nothing at all

i’m staring at my shoes because i can’t look at you, even though i want to
stumble on my words because i’m caught up in yours
not that we’re keeping score
at the same time, you scatter my mind
into pieces, puzzle pieces
you fit right into place, yeah, when i see your face.. i’m breathless

a million love letters that i’d never write
condensed into one song
so that you can read my mind

there’s so much to say, but i can’t find the right words to tell you
that i’m just so lucky you picked me if only it's until you found someone new

i’m staring at my shoes because i can’t look at you
even though i want to
stumble on my words because i’m caught up in yours
not that we’re keeping score
at the same time, you scatter my mind
into pieces, puzzle pieces
you fit right into place, yeah, when i see your face.. i’m breathless
my prequel to breathe
sarah
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