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We stripped off the string lights
To show the cast iron sky
I wanted to rewind
that cut on your lip
d’you remember that hot night?
you opened your shoulders
and claire played our last rites
on that old violin
well that was the last good thing
I call down the past on me
I rewrote our draft memories
that was the last good thing
They took down that billboard
the one with the black and white boy
you liked to say
how he looked so tired
yeah I miss us sometimes
the quiet exhaustion
the way that your dark eyes
used to hide mine