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the winter hit us hard this year
the snow buried all the things I never said
-and never will-
[because its not like anyone asks]
we all went to different schools, in different towns
and we've gone our separate ways
but we still have each other around
i forgot which floorboards creak in your room
and I've stopped picking up the phone
I've gotten used to the dark corners of my room
(and my mind)
the weekends are spent alone
[the secrets are still unknown]
and when the last leaf fell
the diner closed
that's when the winter hits us
harder than the year before
all the food has lost its taste
and the plants have wilted away
everything seems to get ripped apart
but with a needle and thread
the hole in the sweater i ripped early that autumn
the seam was still able to be mended
but as the snow begins to melt
can we melt beck together
find the diner opening in a few days
while the leaves start to grow again
i start to leave my window open
the laughter of kids and the bicycle bells ring
but i start to sneak out after dusk
not feeling the buzz anymore
its the voice
that sounds like a tidal wave hitting the shore
and just because can barley keep my head above the water
doesn't mean i'm gonna drown
but the food still remains tasteless
the days are hotter and longer
and my words are still vague
i still long for trust
and someone to ask the right questions
lets not make small talk
ask me questions like;
do you believe in flying?
what movies make you cry?
what music makes you feel calm?
do you want to leave this town?
or stay here forever?
can we talk and talk for hours?
not thinking about the falling leaves
and how summertime is coming to an end
i'll pray for a mild winter
even if i don't believe in God
ill pray those empty words
just if it means that drifting apart
isn't in my vocabulary anymore
the feeling of knowing your alone
and the senses all have gone
but when the winter hit us hard this year
the seams became unstitched again
i don't know what i just wrote
i miss you all a lot
-abby
the snow buried all the things I never said
-and never will-
[because its not like anyone asks]
we all went to different schools, in different towns
and we've gone our separate ways
but we still have each other around
i forgot which floorboards creak in your room
and I've stopped picking up the phone
I've gotten used to the dark corners of my room
(and my mind)
the weekends are spent alone
[the secrets are still unknown]
and when the last leaf fell
the diner closed
that's when the winter hits us
harder than the year before
all the food has lost its taste
and the plants have wilted away
everything seems to get ripped apart
but with a needle and thread
the hole in the sweater i ripped early that autumn
the seam was still able to be mended
but as the snow begins to melt
can we melt beck together
find the diner opening in a few days
while the leaves start to grow again
i start to leave my window open
the laughter of kids and the bicycle bells ring
but i start to sneak out after dusk
not feeling the buzz anymore
its the voice
that sounds like a tidal wave hitting the shore
and just because can barley keep my head above the water
doesn't mean i'm gonna drown
but the food still remains tasteless
the days are hotter and longer
and my words are still vague
i still long for trust
and someone to ask the right questions
lets not make small talk
ask me questions like;
do you believe in flying?
what movies make you cry?
what music makes you feel calm?
do you want to leave this town?
or stay here forever?
can we talk and talk for hours?
not thinking about the falling leaves
and how summertime is coming to an end
i'll pray for a mild winter
even if i don't believe in God
ill pray those empty words
just if it means that drifting apart
isn't in my vocabulary anymore
the feeling of knowing your alone
and the senses all have gone
but when the winter hit us hard this year
the seams became unstitched again
i don't know what i just wrote
i miss you all a lot
-abby
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