You came into the store I worked I talked to your mom I couldn't tell what was worse Your red cheeks Or your calmness She said more words than you You hid behind her like a statue Avoiding my eyes for the first time I realize you're still just the boy stuck inside you You came into the bar, it hurt I guess it takes two years To run out of hellos You had the same friends, same stance But this time I didn't exist Well maybe it felt better Than you hiding Behind your mom's red s

I've been on my way Been rushing through my days Head stuck way in outer space  Just floating on a wave  Just slowing down the pace Slow days while I fall Towards what I was Back when you and I Learned to press pause Miss time we took Together just 'cause I don’t know if I can remember  The memories fall right through Slowed time since last September  That's how you and I move  That's how you and I move Leave space for the mistakes Try not to run away  From quiet inside the d

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