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When I hear that song

It makes me want to go back

I can see all of those things that we did

Those things that we can never do or feel again

It was so simple then

No worries

No cares

Those days seem like yesterday and I wish they were

I want so much to go back

To when nothing but you was on my mind

I had no bills and no car

I just smoked weed and talked to you on the phone

Your voice was my soother

It caressed my heart like nothing else

The moth that flew across my room-

You said it was you

You said you were there

Can you come back?

I hear the song I heard with you

Tears fall from my eyes

The thought of you flows through my mind

Like the song flows through my ears

I want so bad to touch you and feel your existence

To know that you are still that person that I was so infatuated with

The one that I would marry when I turned eighteen

My mother hated you and everything about you

But I still came to you

You held me through the tears and hopelessness

All the pain you caused me and the drama you put me in-

I forget

I care less

I only want you the way you were so I can pretend

That everything is okay