The wind is big
The air is monotone
The rain is rainy
and my face is the only thing that's familiar

I lay on pillows I've forgotten to feel countless times before
And look at pictures I've traced your features on with my fingers
even when my bed is sore

All the frames and pictures on my walls giggle in my sleep
They know something i don't
They know why each one of them i keep

The sky is a different color in the city
It scares me not to see stars
A lot of nights I don't look up
I don't want to not see what's ours
 
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