From these heights, sometimes it's hard to remember that it's okay.
I could still hear your acoustic song, underneath the noise of mid-day traffic.
I'm still waiting to hear your apologies, even though you haven't done anything wrong...
there's nothing you have to mend.
I just want to know that you're still there.
We don't have to pretend anymore, not until it's playtime again.
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