i remember how you sat here next to me
the first time we met again
you asked me if you could hold my hand
and i said nothing in response
your presence across the table
was brewing a storm in my gut
and i knew your return
was going to destroy us, all over again
the first time we met again
you asked me if you could hold my hand
and i said nothing in response
your presence across the table
was brewing a storm in my gut
and i knew your return
was going to destroy us, all over again
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