october

 

 

 

 

i save all her phone messages
and play them when she is not here
in her accent she sighs and says:
"well, take care"

who's dreams do you think are falling apart?

    in october
    it's over


there's things i been working to say
but i don't know what she'd do
like: "i'm not the same guy,
and
i don't want this life without you"

we're so apoligetic
you're sorry for nothing
i'm worse for accepting
sorry nev
er fixes anything

 

 

 

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