He takes a deep breath
As it settles in
The color’s fading
From his nervous skin
He keeps on walking
Because he’s trying to hide
But his hands shake
Because he’s dying inside
He feels his stomach
Slide up to his throat
Pulls a cigarette out of his coat
And as he lights it
He falls to his knees
Starts coughing up the memories
I won’t go back
To the way it was
I spent six months
Cleaning myself up
As she lies in bed
Praying to a god I don’t believe in
She asks for strength
To reassure she didn’t just give him away
For something that isn’t real
Something she cannot feel
She wants to break
The tears are keeping her awake
He's looking at the ceiling
She's starring at the floor
He’s just trying to forget
There’s nothing she wants more
To go back to the way it was
They spent six months falling in love
I won’t go back to the way it was
I spent six months cleaning myself up
To go back to the way it was
They spent six months falling in love
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