Wonder if you still got one of my pictures on your dressoir.
And if you forgot who I am, you must remember who we are,
and who we used to be.
Do you still wake up in the middle of the night, crying back to sleep?
Have you moved on or are you slowly dying without me?
Wonder if you got our favorite pictures on your laptop.
Or are you sitting in a bus, arriving at the next stop, not looking back at me?
At night I'm dreaming you are there beside me,
like an angel flap your wings and you will guide me.
But I wake up in my solitude.
Wonder if you still got one of my shirts, a pair of my socks.
Smell it, wear it, keep it close, feel my heart beating
inside of you.
Do you even still take my name in your mouth?
Do you even like the way it sounds?
Do you?
Do you?
Do you?

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