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I awoke in your arms but your heart wasn't there. It didn't find what it was missing in me anymore.
It wasn't fair, the way I acted to show that I still cared.
In the heat of the moment I was happy to be gone, away from here. Back home again, and with who I thought I wanted.
But I was wrong, there was no song, no shooting stars, no fireworks, just disappointment and resentment for things I had, but let go, for things long gone, oh I miss them so.
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This is not the time to find me out. I'm just counting on the wind to blow and if it doesn't then oh well, I guess I lost my only friend.
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I met someone the other day. She's smart and good looking and she likes me too. If my insides weren't so tied we could be something, something really good. I could take her ice-skating, or horse-back riding, but I don't really feel like it because the only thing she has on you is tangibility. It's not like I meant that, but it's not like it was with you.
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I'll Never Know
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I need to know why I can't fall asleep at night. I need to figure myself out before I fight. I need to know why I feel so wrong all the time. Why does my heart never rhyme with anything at all. I need to know why I'm so late, it seems. I need to find out what other things could mean. I need to know why I feel so wrong all the time and why my heart never rhymes with anybody anymore.
I'll never know.
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I've been looking for clues. I've been trying really hard to discover what it is that we lost. I know it's no secret that both our worlds have changed but thinking of you now, I feel just the same. It feels just the same.
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How many memories fit in this box and why do you have so many goddamn socks. I wish it wasn't taboo to set fire to all these things that belong to you.
Maybe someday down the road, all these notes, I can show them to you and together we can laugh about us being so young and rash but for now, I've got these words:
"One day you will find that nothing quite compares to the sounds that I was making when I was still fresh air. I was drifting through your lungs. I was blowing through your hair. Oh no, you will never get that back."
Maybe in time all these rhymes will make me look so foolish. And if that time comes, hopefully it does, I will not regret having ever said:
"Although you don't believe me, it's absolutely true that all the sounds I made were there because of you. You were crawling up my spine. You were getting in my air. Oh no, I will never get this back. Oh no, I will never get that."
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Those nights spent in your bed when you said that I was so important, tell me, what did that mean? Nothing I guess. Nothing it seems. When you get up in the morning do I enter your head at all? It seems like something so important would at least once in awhile.
Or am I important like your future?
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Johnny Price's lonely side project exhibiting mostly times of deep melodic depression and lows he'd rather not relive.
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