To spend one more day with her ghost
Wearing those thrift store clothes?
How long would you last
Up to your neck in all this past
Rotting in the undergrowth?
How long will you hold
The stitches that healed long ago
So scared that you'll need them again?
How far would you go
To relive the moment it started to snow
Will you ever let it end?
I know what time tells
It heals no one but itself
I know what time tells
I'm on my own
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