hole in my chest
thinking of how you said it best
"you don't have to be able to sing
if you've got the moves
then you can fake anything"
i can still feel it in my hand
holding on for as long as i can
doors open slow
softly i hear him say
"son, you can let it go"
following patterns of mortar and brick
i'll take its advice
while i resemble straw and stick
sitting in a creaking chair
don't let this be the last time i see your face
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