Old ticket stubs, gum wrappers etched In ways to write your name Love letter scraps no strings attached Just odds and ends and things Wind blows through these photographs Our innocence, the aftermath
Thanks to spring I changed my purse Came upon this ancient curse The ache and thirst to feel your touch I wonder if I'll love that much again
Life's windows change, new faces flash Like cars these days go by Such little things unlease the past Like feelings locked inside Broken plastic dimestore ring Holds al the tears my heart contains
Thanks to spring I clean these drawers Dump this stuff out on the floor I taste these tears, I breathe this dust I wonder if I'll ever love that much again
Thanks to spring I wind these clocks Empty out these cardboard boxes Sweep across these closet shelves The memories replay themselves
I open up my window wide And smell the sweet new grass outside Amazing grace, the seeds of trust I wonder if I'll ever love that much again
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