Holding to the feeling when we walked your street together
Pretending we're still there and you want your hand in mine
Wishing we were still there talking how we love the weather
Trying to be real and stop looking for a sign
Trying was a burden and I wish I would have known
I thought it's what you wanted so I shoved it in your face
I gave love, but know I know, my type of love is overgrown
From now on, I'll cut it back if romance can give me grace
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