I used to close my eyes
and play sleep in the attic
where I wasted too much time dancing
alone
so good at pretending
I got too good at disappearing
my skin became like
out grown clothes
my young eyes were greedy for life
and no one even knew
I was dreaming away, wasting my time
like the seventies never cost me anything
I was hungry
but my pictures didn't show
I was too young to know
that the stars were more beautiful
without memories of you
stuck in my throat
your radio was left on
I was numb
I was already missing you
now I only miss the me
I never got to be
now there's nothing left of you
but a paper trail of a soul
missing you don't mean a thing
don't mean a thing
the saddest thing is
you will never know
I'm too full of love for you
to ever feel alone
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