you look older than i would have suspected last we spoke
we were hiding in blankets in november on your porch
did you wish that i called you when your father came undone
i could swear that i signed the card my mother sent from home
the taste of our last summer on my tongue
i wonder how you've changed since i've been gone
i could swear that i heard you when we finally made the coast
here there is a reminder of the memory of your ghost
the taste of our last summer on my tongue
i wonder how you've changed since i've been gone
the taste of our last summer on my tongue
i wonder how you've changed since i've been gone

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