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It's the first time I'm not running away from love Except it's running from me But you're not even running in the shoes I helped you pick out Those were thrown out as soon as the texts stopped coming We used to talk about listening to records But now every time I put the needle down all I hear is the echo of your voice saying I never meant anything to you Maybe you loved me so much you left so you couldn't hurt me anymore When I look at you all I see is what I lost And when I look at her I see every reason why you left You have one hand on my neck and the other pulling her on top of you and I can't tell which one hurts more I was hoping you would tell me you love me the last time I saw you But the only thing that came was the burn of alcohol down my throat and the sting of her climbing into bed with you Sometimes I see you look at me the way you used to And it takes everything in the world for me to not run back to you in an instant I lost my best friend and myself And I still haven't found either But now I'm only looking for one of them
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
gone for good?
It's the first time I'm not running away from love Except it's running from me But you're not even running in the shoes I helped you pick out Those were thrown out as soon as the texts stopped coming We used to talk about listening to records But now every time I put the needle down all I hear is the echo of your voice saying I never meant anything to you Maybe you loved me so much you left so you couldn't hurt me anymore When I look at you all I see is what I lost And when I look at her I see every reason why you left You have one hand on my neck and the other pulling her on top of you and I can't tell which one hurts more I was hoping you would tell me you love me the last time I saw you But the only thing that came was the burn of alcohol down my throat and the sting of her climbing into bed with you Sometimes I see you look at me the way you used to And it takes everything in the world for me to not run back to you in an instant I lost my best friend and myself And I still haven't found either But now I'm only looking for one of them
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
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