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The memory of you pulls my stomach apart,

picks at the sanity I have left,

calls me a fool

And I was a fool,

I was pathetic

I chased your smoke down the waterways

all the way to the ship’s edge

but I was just a girl

and I don’t regret us,

I don’t wish I was different,

I just wish I was more

As long as I knew you

I don’t regret falling

falling hard

falling fast

I don’t regret a thing.