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Sometimes I sit, at night in the graveyard. You know, the one you took me to that one night in the summer?
And I think, how could I have made things different? What could I have done to make it better? Even though deep down I know it wasn't as perfect as either of us wanted to believe. I remember that night in the studio, both of us sitting online, and listening to that song by Dashboard, and thinking how perfectly the song fit the moment, and how I felt for you. How I still feel for you. But what's done is done, and now it's time to move on, or as you like to say, we both need some time to grow. Though I do think I'll be heading to the graveyard tonight.
And I think, how could I have made things different? What could I have done to make it better? Even though deep down I know it wasn't as perfect as either of us wanted to believe. I remember that night in the studio, both of us sitting online, and listening to that song by Dashboard, and thinking how perfectly the song fit the moment, and how I felt for you. How I still feel for you. But what's done is done, and now it's time to move on, or as you like to say, we both need some time to grow. Though I do think I'll be heading to the graveyard tonight.