We hold the preciousness of the moment in this empty parking lot of good-byes. Between us are various components That won't let us admit what we've denied. Even though we're leaving for the last time, I know our hearts will always be calling-- And until I run out of thoughts or rhyme, I will write things to keep me from falling. Sometimes I tell myself it wasn't real; But we both know I'm not someone to trust There are times when I lie awake and feel The physical space that was between us-- I suppose this will always be my curse; I'll love you as long as you say it first.
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