Some nights before bed, I feel stricken by the dread.
Not til you chose to evade, tears over "Silver Springs" were never set on the date.
Not til you chose to evade, tears over "Silver Springs" were never set on the date.
Guess I’m terrified, but I put you on archive.
So I won’t hope for your text, so I don’t have to expect.
Some nights before bed, have you forgotten me instead?
You called me funny, think I have to agree.
Funny enough for giving you the second chance you never asked...
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