It has been years
Since those old music boxes worked
They sit rusting and crying
In overgrown dirt
I collect them for me
And I collect them for her
And for the memory
Of long walks in the park
That smoke between our fingers
It continues to part
As we walked through the dew
And we sealed our hearts
And of the screaming
As I called out her name
And I found myself leaning for more of the same
Small kisses, upon my cheek
As I wait in hopeful silence for the end of the week
I keep smelling
Her green cardigan
And it's so hard to realise
That I'll see her again
And I miss
That look in her eyes
As I wrapped my arms around her and I watched her surprise
I love sleeping
With my nose in her hair
I hate holding onto pillows and I wish she was there
And I hope, she misses me too
Because it's so hard to love when there is so much to prove
It has been years
Since those old music boxes worked
They sit rusting and crying
In overgrown dirt
I collect them for me
And I collect them for her
I love sleeping
With my nose in her hair
I hate holding onto pillows and I wish she was there
And I hope, she misses me too
Because it's so hard to love when there is so much to prove
And of the screaming
As I called out her name
And I found myself leaning for more of the same
Small kisses, upon my cheek
As I wait in hopeful silence for the end of the week
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