There's this peculiar way the sky meets lake, melding one blue into another, that makes me think of you. Two blues. Too blue. I think back to that time in your mother's living room. You were the prettiest girl I ever knew. I'd have stuck around if I thought I could treat you any good.
I sit alone, surrounded by all this shit I've collected over the years. Slipping on an old Floyd record, there's something in the hissing and popping that reminds me of you. I think back to the day of your first wedding - the one your groom didn't show up to. You were the prettiest bride I ever knew. I'd have stuck around if I thought I could treat you any good.
Thin walls, apartment walls, and a building full of ghosts. The discord always translates into memories of you - the day I met your lovely children. You were the prettiest mother I ever knew. I'd have stuck around if I thought I could treat you any good.
Anymore, my phone doesn't ring much. And to be honest, since that call ten years ago I haven't liked the sound of a ringing phone too much. I was on the next plane, you know. You cried and I listened. You were the prettiest widow I ever knew. I'd have stuck around if I thought I could treat you any good.
There's this peculiar way the sky meets lake, melding one blue into another, that makes me think of you. Two blues. Too blue. There's this line between them so thin I can't wrap my mind around it.
And now it's too late for sticking around.
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