Flatsound

You said remembering would feel too much like moving back home

Flatsound
A house, a home, a window
You were here before the floorboards broke
In on themselves like black holes
Are the promises you keep
Just for people that you want

Because you can't read any of our old conversations
But I read them so often it's like we still talk

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