Those first few weeks were the hardest,
Having to do away with the love that was our garden
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And...
I don't even think I know what we were building towards,
I think about the fights we had, so many heavy, loaded words
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And...
Sometimes I wonder if there was anything that I could do
To get you to understand the depth of love I had for you.
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And...
Life is layered in lies and lust and laughs and likes and little moments
There's only so much time that we can plant our seeds and grow with.
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I miss you all the time
I know you miss me too
I know it...
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But what does this mean,
Why was it so damn hard to show it?
That was a different time
Maybe it was just me below it.
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I'm always sitting
Think about what we could be
I wonder why it seems so difficult for you to just love me.
Could it be
That I am not the man you always thought that I could be?
That maybe deep inside you have some other shifted view of me?
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And...
I guess love is something I am just not meant to understand.
Like microaggression pre-proportioned between old lover's hands
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And...
I'll just take you one day at a time, that's the best I can
Do with the view that I have of you right now versus back then.