Do you remember when everything played?
The days flew by and all the music we’d trade?
It was all that mattered then and now
I look back and I can’t think of how
We traded away our dreams of eternity
snorting enough sugar to make our nose bleed
forgetting that lyrics can bring you home
make you the healer of your own wounded soul?
My eyes are not perfect, but see perfectly well
You wouldn’t know heaven since you’re hooked on your hell
I cannot stop you now or then
I will no longer pull you in
But I will say this, before I end
It has truly been my honor to be your friend
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