i miss what we used to be
it all seemed so simple then
we had nothing but love and friends
my life is a fucking mess
i miss what we used to be
now my bones are killing me
im old and im rickety
please talk to me again
i miss what we used to be
havent seen you in centuries
are you better, or suffering?
have you ever forgiven me
i miss what we used to be
im sorry those songs were mean
it just hurt what you said to me
thats not what you mean to me
oohh my moth
ill bandage your wings
oohh ive lost
all those old paintings
oohh my moth
do you still play the strings
oohh i long
those duets we would sing
so often i find
that my past lovers wander through my mind
smiling and pressing their skin against mine
wake with a sweat somehow missing the times
when i knew not my destiny
when i mistreated those closest to me
when i was young and masculine and sweet
when no one had yet threw my heart in the sea
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