Try to understand why I have memorised the ridges and veins of your hands.

But what's the point in changing if anticipation's everything? And what's the point in trying if you just love everything or nothing? The heart my break, but I'm tired today so I'll sleep in the bed where we lay.

Is it wrong to list the things you lack when I remember the weight of your hands on my back?

And I remember the broken miles and pounding the path with a thousand paces. And just becuase you smile, it doesn't make your house a better place so at least explain - if your face stayed the same - why your name and your accent changed on Arbor Day.

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