Too many sorries went around And he became a familiar sound Got so tired of the melody Melodies were meant to be free You got me picking up all my pieces Put them back in my pocket In case I need them Hoping it's not if but when Hoping it's not so much later but so soon Oh
When we last talked we didn't expect a thing Couldn't believe but your love did sting If I found myself walking backwards into you Would you spill out all your memories too We're picking up all our pieces Put them back in our pockets and just leave them Hoping it's not if but when Hoping the same old melody will feel new Oh
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