if every tear was a drop of gold
the way you bite your tongue
after every little prank
the way your nostrils flare
when you're stark raving mad
all of it comes flooding
and hits me unannounced
your every minute gesture
grows a millionfold
your halo haunts me like a stranglehold
moving on is for those that believe
better is somehow yet to come
i've had it good
better than many and suffered worse
than has been told
the way you take your lumps
with tough resolve and bounce
the way you swoon and writhe
with aching loveliness
all of it comes flooding
and hits me unannounced
your every minute gesture
grows a millionfold
your halo haunts me like a stranglehold
i see no reason
why it gets better
up ahead
this promise of new
when all i've known and ever felt
tells me what you ought to know
you couldn't play
i couldn't fold
your halo haunts me like a stranglehold
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