We are a place in time
She's probably somewhere so much better than on my mind
And these are nostalgic days
I think about her more as they get further away
Yesterday is a box in a closet filled with paper and ink
The last one down is just profound enough to make me think
What could've been?
The message left me bitter
But the penmanship much better
It's a curse of words in cursive letters
That's why I can't forget her
Hold onto hope, hold on, it's a strange design
It stays and fades a little each time I read those lines
And I am on a one way road
But I still check the rear view mirror when I know I'm alone
A suitcase in the backseat holds our written history
Calligraphy efficiently details the every scene
Of what could've been...
The message left me bitter
But the penmanship much better
It's a curse of words in cursive letters
That's why I can't forget her
We are a place in time
I go back there whenever I lose my mind
The message left me bitter
But the penmanship much better
It's a curse of words in cursive letters
That's why I can't forget her
And every one ends just the same
The prose could not be better
It's a cursive word that's just four letters
That's why I can't forget her

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