I saw you on high,
I was waiting outside
What a strange thing to remember
You arrive at my door
Dressed in something somber
The night is heavy and I held on to your shirt
But oh,
I don't remember
Everything
But I,
Oh, I, remember
Most things
I regret never celebrating
Smaller victories that we saved
I would do that part over
But oh,
I don't remember
Everything
But I,
Oh, I, remember
Most things
The smell of your kitchen on the day that you ended it
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