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Dearly Discarded
Dearly discarded
Don't know the month that we parted from the year we met
Never had faith in a future, but just some hope that you'd let
Me see just how wet or far I can get this time
Or how far I can make you go for me
Never caught a movie line or went to buy groceries
Or felt a certain way whenever you were close to me
But I remember how your toes would be pressed against my chest
Giving you my best. Late nights. No rest.
You'd say we have something that would stand the test of time.
I'd keep getting dressed and check the calls I've declined
Truth is, our stars can't be aligned when I'm always falling
For the next one calling
And they say the things that you do
Though not quite as sincere
But it's what I wanna hear with a shot and a beer
Commitment seems queer. Let's raise the moment while it's here.
When it's gone, what we got?
Another chance? Another shot?
I say a fresh new clock. New dock. Raise the anchors.
Art is for all to see. That's the real praise to painters.
And my stroke is magnifico. At least your body agreed.
But your mind couldn't take that I'm just not what you need
And your heart couldn't bear to share a thing so rare
So now I'm here and you're there. But I'm haunted by care.
Something I'll feind for one day was standing so near.
All those sparks I put out from those who probably love hardest
Will come back to consume me from my dearly discarded
Don't know the month that we parted from the year we met
Never had faith in a future, but just some hope that you'd let
Me see just how wet or far I can get this time
Or how far I can make you go for me
Never caught a movie line or went to buy groceries
Or felt a certain way whenever you were close to me
But I remember how your toes would be pressed against my chest
Giving you my best. Late nights. No rest.
You'd say we have something that would stand the test of time.
I'd keep getting dressed and check the calls I've declined
Truth is, our stars can't be aligned when I'm always falling
For the next one calling
And they say the things that you do
Though not quite as sincere
But it's what I wanna hear with a shot and a beer
Commitment seems queer. Let's raise the moment while it's here.
When it's gone, what we got?
Another chance? Another shot?
I say a fresh new clock. New dock. Raise the anchors.
Art is for all to see. That's the real praise to painters.
And my stroke is magnifico. At least your body agreed.
But your mind couldn't take that I'm just not what you need
And your heart couldn't bear to share a thing so rare
So now I'm here and you're there. But I'm haunted by care.
Something I'll feind for one day was standing so near.
All those sparks I put out from those who probably love hardest
Will come back to consume me from my dearly discarded
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