It's six in the afternoon, it's six in the evening
either way, you're wine drunk and I'm punched with crush.
I think we've met before, it seems
your eyes are crooked, so are mine
But I can see, but you cannot
but you remember and I cannot.
Is it the concussions or the fear of another blow to the head?
The chest, the heart, my mind, my soul and yours
Is it love, or just another crush that smothers me
smothers a flame and grinds an ash?
It's taking names and taking mine
I remember you, your face, your name
we met once before
Why don't you remember?
I remember you, but I remember everyone-
but mostly, you.
I've done this before, I 've been in love many times
Many people have tread on my heart
but I've stomped on many more
I don't want to hurt you, I never meant to hurt anyone
No one, I swear, I promise, I promise.it means nothing
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