you said it in a simple way, 4am, the second day, how strange that i don't know you at all. stumbled through the long goodbye, one last kiss, then catch your flight, right when i was just about to fall. i told myself don't get attached, but in my mind i play it back, spinning faster than the plane that took you. and this is when the feeling sinks in, i don't wanna miss you like this, come back...be here, come back, be here. i guess you're in amsterdam today, i don't wanna need you this way, come back...be here, come back, be here. the delicate beginning rush, the feeling you can know so much, without knowing anything at all. and now that i can put this down, if i had known what i know now, i never would have played so nonchalant.
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