You look so lovely,Ever since honeyYou spilled a bit of cinnamonBut hey, it's alrightWe sneak little bites whenThe other is still lookingAnd laughing when the evidence is easy to findI swear you were all for me moments agoAll that's left is remnants of what's unexploredI hope I'm wrongAnd it's not true that if we played our cards rightWe could've been hereI could've been youWe could've had weekends,the kind where we're sleepingI'm sifting through our messages for where it went wrongYou left with no warning,no trace in the morningStoryline won't see the light,now that you're goneI swear you were all for me moments agoBut the onlypart of you here is your ghostI hope I'm wrong and it's not true that if you stuck around
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