When my face has all changed from the cruelty of age
I’ll still miss you
In a dream, you forgave me and I almost did it myself
Till I woke back up
I’m always procrastinating
Evading the job of going through them boxes in the attic
As long as they’re in the dark
There’s a flickering spark we’d repair
Just wanna talk to you
Wanna talk with my best friend
Wanna let go of everything that I carry
Wanna shoulder some of yours instead
I wanna hurt with you
Hurt with somebody who understands
Have the strength to truly like myself
And have the love to take someone’s hand
I was down in the Low Lights
Getting hounded by moths and dickheads
Your uncle came in
I geared up for one on the nose
He was sombre and kind
As I self-flagellated and grovelled
Told me to come back
But I cheated, and it’s over
Shrinks somehow link it all back to my upbringing
But I don’t want an excuse for my mess
I just wanna talk to you
Wanna talk with my best friend
Wanna let go of everything that I carry
Wanna shoulder some of yours instead
I wanna hurt with you
Hurt with somebody who understands
Have the strength to truly like myself
And have the love to take someone’s hand
I wanna talk to you
I wanna talk to you
Oh, I just wanna talk to you
Only wanna talk to you
Only wanna talk to you
Only wanna talk to you, talk to you
Seven years wrapped in youth’s great love
You picked me up and sucked the cancer from my bones
Your old man loved me like a son he never had
And I ate him outta house and home
I had luck and I will never stop learning
My failures are my prized possessions
I don’t deserve to talk to you
Well, I hope that I can root for you
Give your petals back
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