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Sophie Dingsdale

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Heard a song on the radio this morning
Sounded familiar but I didn't know the words
Took me back to dancing in your living room
My clothes smelled of your perfume
And I'm surprised that it still hurts
The edges of the photographs are charred and burned
Cause I swore I was done but I couldn't follow through
But I don't recognise the girl there
Eyes bright with curly, purple hair
She's the only one I mourn, it's true
I heard he's doing good and she's doing better
I'm just a stain that the washer couldn't quite get out
Clinging to false narratives, shunned like a sinner
Hang me up for my crimes and be done now
They say, "He's doing good, aren't you doing better?"
But with one pull, my seams would come undone
Thought I saw her in that coffee shop so I didn't even enter
But someday I'll find the courage not to run
Talk travelled fast in that small town
I could see it on their faces, they know
Tales of the broken toy discarded
Shoulders colder than the Arctic
The pity in their eyes forced me to go
I haven't walked those streets in months now
I'd change my name but I've grown too attached
But I'm still rewatching all our shows
Playing songs released years ago
The only piece of you I'll ever get back
I heard you're doing good, I'm glad you're doing better
Don't ask about me, you don't wanna know
Still a recovering basket case, vengeful with no vendetta
Put my worst memories in the brightest afterglow
I'm glad you're doing good, someday I'll be better
Someday "better" won't feel so farfetched
Someday I'll take you out for coffee, send back your old sweater
Someday I'll pull myself out of my own head
I tried to write you a thousand times
Draft a thousand unsent letters
What's to say when all's said and done
I couldn't string the words together
Hindsight told me I was wrong
But you hurt me more than I let on
Still I don't miss you and I don't miss us
I just miss the person I was
How many times can I sit and write the same song
A shakespearean betrayal or tragedy
Cause the purple dye's long faded
But I'll always say I waited
For remnants of the girl I used to be

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