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Your mug beside the sink; I wash around it every night.
There's rain against the window,
And the room glows blue light.
Your shoes still by the door; I step over them each day.
They're pointing like they're waiting for you to walk my way.
I tell myself it's time to box it all and move ahead,
But every little thing holds a version of me I can't forget.
Your things still here, scattered like a map of who I was.
There's rain against the window,
And the room glows blue light.
Your shoes still by the door; I step over them each day.
They're pointing like they're waiting for you to walk my way.
I tell myself it's time to box it all and move ahead,
But every little thing holds a version of me I can't forget.
Your things still here, scattered like a map of who I was.