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with frank playing loud in your car
the trunk full as our morning coffee
sunken eyes swell then depart
too hazy to want you to stop me

i found your old membership card
buried beneath old belongings
you always pressed your pen in too hard
july of '15 watched you draw me

the air's not the same when your voice is spoken through it
my song's not as good unless your lips are moving to it
when he doesn't say nothing it's cause you're everything to him

drinking and talking the past
brightened the glare in your eye
even though i'm happy where i'm at
it's just so much colder here in nyc

the hardwood floors keep me warm
but it's nothing like being with you
the heart in your voice vs. the storm
through the window you enter my room

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