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A green couch and a checkered shirt, what have I left behind?
We're trying for a normal conversation and when we come up for air all we have is adequate
I was taught you can never be too careful with your words,
But I'm just now learning that careful and tedious have different definitions.
Your voice is strained and mine, forced
And there's enough road between the two of us to make a weekend away inconvenient

 I put my hand on your chest the last time you told me you wanted to dance
and I didn't want to dance
And the aftertaste of a lost moment in the middle of the street is a feeling I can't wash off.

And I've showered for that purpose alone.

The streetlights probably laughed at me
'Kid, You'll regret this.'
and the night was just another night and I went home just the way I do.
But that street is no longer another street.
It's the one where I drop my sister off once a week
and it's the one I never got to dance with you on.

Around 6 o'clock the only people on campus are the ones holding hands with diamonds.
Or the ones that will be soon.
& it's hard not to think about you when the leaves change the same way they did when you let me in.
I remember the canoe date I didn't go on, twice.
And now I believe they're just another street light moment.

It's not so much that I need you,
but the world stopped spinning when you left and I've been dizzy ever since.
You left holes in walls not yet built
and everywhere I go you've have a fingerprint

The color of you chases away my favorite dreams and I wake up to sore eyes and isolation.
Mini March madness and a piano bench perfectly made for two.
It was like the puzzle was our best bet.

I talk about you often and I don't know if it hurts or heals
You puts rivers in the ocean and somehow your water always comes back to you.
I've been washed with the waves on a delicate cycle, just waiting to be put in the dryer.
And I'm ready to come home, but history has a way of deleting itself.