remember when i reached out for you to catch me
but you moved and i went tumbling
so i turned it into a dance move
cuz i knew you'd think it was funny.
this christmas day feels different than others.
good different.
bad different.
i'm fine with either.
and this song tells it all.
thanks, matt.
i'm weak when you miss me
when you roll me on your tongue.
when you whisper me your best moves
i almost believe you
but you don't know me at all.
i'm covered by lovers,
who recite lines
convinced their bodies
are gonna save mine
but you don't know me at all.
i spent days stupid nailed to your floor
and i spent nights pushed against you, baby
trying to keep warm
but you don't know me at all.
show me where the sun comes through the sky
i'll show you where the rain gets in
and i'll show you hurricanes
and the way that summer fades
underneath the weight of it all
so you can pick me up just to put me down again.
praying for Grandpa.
for peace in the sunshine state.
for egg nog and piano songs.
for sledding in the snow.
happy christmas.
love,
ali
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