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I didn't give up on you
I gave up on me.

I've lived a thousand lives in my head.

I'm thinking of those hot August nights.
Do you think of me when you shut off the light?
I'm driving the streets in a dream,
numb muddy emotion
Could I be the pillow for your tears?
Could I be the mirror for your smile?
I still hear your laughter; it echoes on my empty street.