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I think I should get a rubber band on my wrist too To stop me from thinking of you Cause after all this time I'm still writing poems about you Still saying I'm in love with you I still have your number on my phone by the way I tried calling the other day THE NUMBER YOU HAVE DIALED DOES NOT EXIST

Which had me thinking for a little bit Maybe the love I seek does not exist

And I guess maybe that's alright Maybe it's about time I gave up the fight I'm way too battered and bruised I missed the opportunity to hold you close Now I'm stuck here missing you And I guess all of this seems like it's coming out the blue And maybe that's true

Cause the words you're reading come straight from my blues