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I know that someday you'll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same
Jag älskar dig fortfarande mer än livet självt.
Och mitt hjärta kommer fortsätta slå för dig, liksom ådrorna spelar under bläcket du permanent placerat på min fot. Den där skeva hjärtformationen du gjorde när vi var lyckliga av kärlek, nikotin och alkohol.
Minnen. Så många minnen. Du gav mig dom tio bästa månaderna i mitt liv. Och våra två sista timmar tillsammans var dom mest smärtsamma jag upplevt under mina arton år på jorden.
Förlåt mig.
I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same
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