I met new people, I got a new place, I got a new car, I got a new phone, I got new numbers, I got a new look, I cut my hair, I bought new shit, I threw away old shit, I hid all of your shit, I listened to the same music, but I listened to it in a different way, I was different, but you kept texting me, calling me, sneaking out to see me, telling me you liked who I was, saying I wasn't anything new. I wonder when I'll know what to say back to you. All I can ever say is "Keep yourself safe kid." And "God damnit I miss you."
I should be saying, "There's no going back."
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