(All we have left)
The air is heavy
With elephant's breath
Cold, crisp, and painstakingly polite
When did we become so business-like?
My heart bursts with memories
And "used to be's"
But deep down inside
I'm relieved to be free
Glad we gave up
On the little game
Where we ignore the past
Like everything's the same
Because
Its not
Things are changed forever
So we stay in this place
Discussing the weather
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