Pouring over photographs
I'm living in your letters
Breathe deeply from this envelope
It smells like you and I can't be
Without that scent, it's filling me
With all you mean to me
So I'll hit the pavement
It's gotta be better than waiting
And pushing you far away 'cause I'm scared
So I'll take my chances and head on my way up there
Cause turning to you is like falling in love when you're ten
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