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Why am I always reaching for something?

My hands won't stop

I held on to you

But I'd let you slip out

I tried to keep your hand

Over my heart

So you would know

Where it stayed

You had the beats

The blood

In your palms.

I would keep you

Even though

I know

In the morning

None of the would matter



I'd be left with

All of the thank you's

And I'm sorry's

A torn dress

And a dizzy head

Tripping in my fancy shoes

You saved me from myself

When I was not-so-gracefully falling apart

The blurs and the tears

The words I said

But forget, I'm sure I didn't mean.

I should get you flowers

I should get you songs

I should get you love, hope, tomorrow

I should have just stayed home

Stayed.

I'm sorry

Thank you.