my heart is a hand grenade
and she pulled the pin
now all i can do is wait
and listen to that ever present sound
like a silent whisper
that you never wanted to hear
these are the people you miss
their eyes dark and heavy
their canvas bleak
sitting in circular rooms
spinning like a record
playing your favorite songs
how do you miss me?
with another face in your thoughts
strike a match to light the way
the docks are dark this time of year
the ocean reminds me of the sky
i can get lost in it forever
take a string
tie me to your heart
fly me like a kite
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