You open something inside of me
with your words, they all just make sense
they live somewhere deep down in my soul
You were *our* music
I turn it up loud, close my eyes
and I'm in his car again.
We are alive, and loving,
and together.
Sometimes I hate that
the fact that you bring me back to the only time
I was truly happy.
In my head now,
we are at your concert on my 18th birthday
the situation was so perfect
and so was he.
I never had many instances
in which I could truly relate to your words
but now it seems as if
you were the story makers and you didn't even know it
Your lyrics were our plot
that made all the scenes in our play
of how we began, loved, fell apart
I turn the music up louder
to drown out these sorrowful screams
Does he think of me when he's sitting there
listening?
Or has he forgotten about us completely?
Your music is the only thing
that could ever possibly bring
us together again;
blue october.
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Submission Name: Blue October
