i've been wondering, love
why do i always go back to that couch, sitting on your lap, looking into those beautiful sad eyes of yours?

and to that front porch, by your side, drinking cold beer on a summer day and listening to that song we called ours?

or to that beautiful beach at 6am, smoking and thinking i could die right then and there and it would be a happy ending?

why do i keep going back to the places that we were happy if they don't even exist anymore? you are not who you once were, you're a stranger now
and still, i miss you like crazy
so much it kinda hurts my chest a bit

where did we lose ourselves, love?
where can i find myself again?

i'm just wandering

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