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I still remember the texts that you sent,

leaving me alone, feel like i was bent,

just a new car bought, emotionally spent,

i've felt you forever, alone in a tent,

what i have meant is i really miss you,

i ream every night of another chance to kiss you,

maybe i wish you came back, felt the same,

so i didn't feel like feelings were such a game,

now i will, dream every night of your smile,

pretend i don't miss it for quite a while,

out of style, walking through Columbus Circle,

you fit me like suspenders on Stevie Urkle,

i wish we could have a bit of what's promised,

never would i leave, like a dedicated Amish,

now i'll always remember the way that you kissed me,

but never forget the small amount you missed me.