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I Won't Ever Forget Your Name

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A, B, C, D

1, 2, and 3,

Babe,

Love me,

Or,

Don’t take me seriously

(pretty sure this counts as poetry)

Let me go

Or let me in

Let me out

Ask me what you’ve been dying to ask

Bleed me

Open my eyes so I can see

Come and find me, lost in the abyss

blind, walking alongside the River Styx

Take my body

And start tracing it in a chalk outline

I don’t have any more shits to give

Finally free to be the me I used to know

arrested development, too prideful to grow

Let the kid live

Let me go

Or let me in

I was never looking for a temporary partner

Forever, Lover, the plan was forever

I was looking for a love that could stand the tests of time

Someone who understood my mind

So stay

Or go away

There’s pain either way

But

don’t haunt my dreams

Don’t perform for me

Only come back if we can drop the act (Relax, I don’t even know if I want you back)

You won’t keep me a secret

Drop the cracking mask

Your pocket is no place for me to be

1, 2, and 3, Baby,

Don’t ever perform for me

I am no stage to be played

Hidden is no place for a thing like me

A, B, C, D

I’m done taking you and me seriously

As broken as our apologies

I can finally sleep

But I dream of you

Raise your beer and toast to the ghost I will become to you

Say hi to the moon for me as you fall from the sky

Don’t bleed for me

Don’t ever beg for me to stay after pushing me away (three times within the year would be too many times for that)

Love me

Or leave

(What an ultimatum that would be! Relax, I'm only kidding)

As broken as my apology

I can’t tell if I’ve been gone or if I am still holding on

Break me, Baby

Break everything inside of me

Or love me honestly

Just decide on something.


CH 11/12/26

 
 
 

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