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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Lian Shao[00:20.653]sorry i evidently can’t keep myself occupied enough to never[00:30.295]think of you and me and the way it used to be[00:35.444]not knowing better that no one lives forever cause[00:40.176]i spent the weekend letting go of everyone i used to know[00:46.121]and we’ll never meet again, we’ll never meet again[00:50.399]shit faced and holing up alone scraping the splinters off the bone[00:56.006]and we’ll never meet again, we’ll never meet again[01:20.542]shredding my stuff, wasting another christmas counting down the new[01:30.585]years in a cave scratching walls that never break[01:35.177]sick of the throwbacks, your chicken rice and prozac[01:39.865]i spent the weekend letting go of everyone i used to know[01:45.841]and how we’ll never meet again, and we’ll never meet again[01:50.169]shit faced and holing up alone scraping the splinters off the bone[01:55.727]and we’ll never meet again, and we’ll never meet again[02:20.861]i woke up this one time in the middle of the night[02:26.048]you were sleeping to my left, blanket wrapped around your thighs[02:30.943]and i remember looking at you and thinking[02:35.876]just how hard this would kill me[02:39.926]i didn’t mean to run away, it’s just a bad habit of mine[02:44.917]stay up with paris, france but england’s always slightly out of time[02:49.763]stare up at the moon for hours, pretend as if to hold you in the eye[02:54.630]punch in the same eleven numbers just to hear you say goodbye (it’s never perfect)[02:59.554]i wrote a big dramatic letter on the night you went away (i’ll never rest in peace)[03:04.706]wanting to be a stone but more than that, i wanted you to stay (it’s never perfect)[03:09.556]reduced a lifetime to a page of what i needed you to know (i’ll never rest in peace)[03:14.557]that from the start i knew that nothing else could ever feel so[03:19.555](i'll never see your face again, and i'll never hear you laugh again, i'll never wake up with sticky eyes on a sunday afternoon to you playing guitar softly in the other room., now you only exist in polaroids and voice notes and algorithmic photo memories, and i can't, i just ****ing can't)