no matter how many times these words crawled down our throats
they always came back as the purest of notes
even though you hated the awful music i sang
these letters combined and from them you would hang
so true like the broken glass caught in midair
straight into our skin but still we would stare
no matter the feeling that dug deep in our hearts
there is a happiness we know with no end and no start
in my dirty hands so eager to please
scarce opportunities we'd eagerly seize
i could tell by our smiles that in this very moment
when they told us of love, this is what they meant
our lives could be the picture we'd never forget
played back over and over in this ancient cassette
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