.Left behind, her story's on the sidewalk
itâs a brief goodbye
An address in your hand
Notice me, I'm kicking rocks toward loneliness
Begrudgingly packing up our things
You're leaving on a morning flight
A late night London taxi ride
So cold, your hands are turning blue
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