Mark the calendar for May
Wasn't May the month we started?
To stick around for magnet compatibility
I'll offer up my cue, it's been too long my dear, this sickening dance
I've got the calluses to prove to you that I've been bruising too
This is it, we can't get back what went away
Locked to our hopes for something new
That is all you get
A shining image of yourself flawed by mistakes you never made
There's nothing left but a few words when passing by
You can't admit that there is nothing to say
You were more than just a hobby to me
(We could stop or move on, a month or two together)
And when you let me go you led me into...
(Why can't I want more than just...)
A warping vision of the way we'll be once we get so lonely
This is it, a final plea for leniency
Can't wait around for something new
That's all you get, a buried memory of me locked on our slow and tired dance
There's nothing left
Twelve frozen months did melt away, is this how it had to be
I'd say I do, I wish you'd say it too
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