your guitar
my memory doesn't go that far
you, strumming a guitar
singing I won't go
the same night you told
me
not
to stay.
ba da ba ba ba,
you keep me so on top of myself
without you, I fear
I
will
crumble.
I saw your face
across the universe
strumming a guitar
singing along to Johnny Cash
but I don't know your voice
anymore.
My memory doesn't go
I won't go.
That far,
stay far away.
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