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Every song I keep replaying is embarrassingly soft.
I know it. And I press play again.

My head is mostly just a collection of simple feelings -
I link them together, justify them,
and fabricate a beautiful story around you.

But here's the truth I've buried just a little:
I really do hope some of it reaches you.

My life is full of gratitude.
I can't say yet that I'd be fine if it ended.
Maybe that's exactly why I still want to see you again.

You shook every emotion inside me.
And now you've conveniently become a memory called "the past."
A mess that somehow feels neatly resolved.

Holding the road not taken quietly inside me,
in a life where acoustic guitar fits just right,
I sing you again today.