Boy I used to know.
I only remember you,
when they're all the things you're not.
Not scared.
Not unfaithful.
Not absent.
Boy I used to know.
I only remember you,
when they're all the things you're not.
No eyes that follow.
No steady gaze or arms.
No internal glow.
Boy I used to know.
How I miss you so.
For all those reasons they're all the things you're not.
So simple and beautiful.
My boy I used to know.
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