You Don't Come Around Anymore

Like a trapeze artist I’m walking a thin line
Between the differences of love and hate despite
These autumn leaves are swaying, changing all the time
You can’t see the reflections through similarity so alike

It may not mean a single thing to say I’m sorry
I just wanted to let you know that it’s true
By the end of the day I always find myself
Thinking of no one else, no one else but you

When I’m falling down at the high point of my life
I’m slipping further away from everything once dear to me
So when I’m collapsing as I’m standing on solid ground
I always felt so much better, when you used to come around

But these times have come and gone
Just like you always used to do
And now only a picture in the frame
Is all I have left to remind myself of you

It may not mean a single thing to say I’m sorry
I just wanted to let you know that it’s true
By the end of the day I always find myself
Thinking of no one else, no one else but you (x2)





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