I read the lines you circled twice
The ones you never would recite
Between each note,
a voice ran through
And none of them belonged to you
The cover tore where hands had held
Too long in silence, never stalled
I marked my place with coffee stains
But always circled back again
I read the line you circled twice
The ones you never would recite Between each note,
a voice ran through
And none of them belonged to you
You said you'd meet it back one day
But never asked and moved away Now every word you didn't speak
Is pressed between the crows I seek I shelved it next to books I own
But this one never felt like home It loops me back with every frown
A borrowed thought is circled down
I read the lines you circled twice The ones you never would recite
Between each note,
a voice ran through And none of them belonged to you
Some stories never meant no sigh They just rewrite a softer part
And I read the lines you circled twice The
ones you never would recite Between each note,
a voice ran through And none of them belonged to you Some stories
never meant no sigh They just rewrite a softer part And...