i know it seems that all we ever do is talk about the past
but it's so nice to have you back here with me
every summer treats you better than the last

don't look at me like that, like any second i could explode
you always seem so glad to have me gone
but i know you're going to miss me once i go

just don't leave me stranded here
wondering what te hell i'm to do
just don't look the other way every time i run to you

and so it seems that every conversation ends the same as the last
but i've found that all the silences between the words
turn out to be as important as the rest

and so it seems that we have nowhere left that we can go
brambles grown over oall those other paths
places you weren't willing to go

just don't leave me strande here
wondering what in hell i'm to do
just don't look the other way every time i run to you

always you.

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