The Souls I Follow
Sometimes you’re trying to remain
The same as all the faces that face you
Nighttime. Conversation strain.
Hoping that there’s no one to replace you
Or they see through the hidden self you know
I found you there just an hour ago
Dancing in a dress of winter colours.
Well I’d leave, gone without a trace
If only to erase you from my memory.
I’d leave so slowly.
All the souls I follow. Living hollow, ‘till tomorrow.
I’d try to try less but love’s a kindness, cured by sorrow.
You and I can take the evening air,
It’s something those can share who aren’t lovers.
Well hold tight the buttons on your coat,
The wind is strongest here in the city
For the lovers that never would be.
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