Three hundred and sixty five
Days since I’ve last felt alive.
I look back on this bridge I’ve crossed
And I let go of what I’ve lost.
Three hundred and then some nights
When I awoke to city lights.
I drove by them with windows down
And I let go of this old town.
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A few hundred breaths I wasted
Wishing back those lips I’ve tasted.
I close my eyes, picture the kiss
And I let go of what I miss.
Days and night I’ve lost count of;
All those theories about love;
I picture you right where you stood
And I let go of you for good.
