I want to know how it feels to lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling.
I want to know how your sweatshirt would fit over my shoulders.
I want to be a melody stuck in your head.
I want to know how it would feel to be loved by you.
I want to know how it feels to lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling.
I want to know how your sweatshirt would fit over my shoulders.
I want to be a melody stuck in your head.
I want to know how it would feel to be loved by you.
I’ve been going to a camp called Crow's Path since third grade.
And even longer before that, but I can’t remember those days.
People have come and gone, yes, that’s true,
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