I slurred my words through your tin-can phone
You missed the most important part
Because every syllable got tied up
Around the string that couldn't keep it apart
But I'll keep singing you your favorite sonnet
Pretend it is a work of art
Because to me, you are a work of art
Yes, you are a work of art
You buried your head in a castle made of pillows
As if you were trying to breathe it all in
Their thoughts that slept there, you'd eat them up
And you'd shut your eyes when they started to spin
I'll still write you songs for the hell of it
One day you may find it all out
I think it's best if you found it all out
No, I don't know if you'll figure it out
I keep wrapping my arms around things
That don't know how to stay
I know it's hard not to get tired
You know it's hard for me to be brave
So I'll trace around your body
And keep it deep in my memory
They'll stay deep in your memory
I hope you can remember me
Now I can see my breath
Form in clouds of white
Your seasons change
You were dark, you are light
And when this plays for you
I hope you hear it straight
Around the clinking glasses
Who wish to congratulate
You at your best
I hope you can be free
You are all the good things
That could never come from me.
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