and you told me that you were dying, seven years ago
you said a lot of things to me back then, i know
you loved me from the day you met me
you told me when you took me home
and all your fear that i was taken
and all the times you lost your phone
made no sense when you were gone, dear
happy birthday, boy i've loved
sorry that i wasn't there to keep you smiling
wasn't there to let you in
but you were tall, and you were handsome
and even now i miss your grin
and even now i'd love to hold your hand again
and show you how to live
sometimes old flames don't die the way they said they would
sometimes it just ends
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