You never look back when you walk away and I always wonder if you have to think about not caring like that. Afterwards I list the things I didn’t say and listen to how they sound in my head. All the things I don’t, filling little tomes like a library of missed opportunities. Some of them are great and none of them would have been any good. I don’t say that I’d rather be lying in bed with you somewhere, listening to records and finding out which part of you is my favourite. I don’t say or do anything.

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