It's not your fault your face got old
or that you replaced that shirt in all the pictures
from when I used to see you every morning.
I'll lean on one side of the door
and you'll lean on the other.
Tap me a song and we can hum
until we can't hear our own voice anymore
and one of the people you once were
turns me back to one of the people I've been.
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