Sing with me, sing with me,
I’ll grant you a pardon
with this part of me
that you have never seen, never seen.
Take me back, take me back,
where I’ll face certain death
or maybe lead you around for hours.
Tell me what I have to do to get
you inside my old room again.
I’ll never take the things
you said for granted.
I’m not over you,
but I’ll get through it
because that’s what people do.
Let it cover me,
so precisely.
It’s your reassurance covering me
like a blanket,
I’ll unwrap it when I need it most
when it gets cold.
I’ll get through.
I will.
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