But skipping stones across the sea couldn't help to bring you near to me and throwing all those stones left me with no road to come back home
But do you remember that little looseleaf page that I filled up with cliches so long ago?
Well, I hid it in your coat pocket, in hopes that someday you'd find it, to remind you of the boy I was back when I snapped that picture of you standing in the parking lot, smiling in the cold
No need to forgive, you don't seem to forget that that smile faded the day I left
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