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Description
Discarded
and Translucent frames
are what you are,
what you are

But before we touch
on how you became
what you are,
what you are

Let's see the best of what you were
All your energies all calm and pure,
Let's remember what I can't forget
And all you wish to ponder yet
Your head's so full of smoke...

From those countless months alone.

Your eyes were blue
and full of seeds
when we met
when we met

And your hand was heavy
when we stared at the sun
as it set
as it set

On all the things we'd come to find
In the deepest corners of both our minds
The things I remembered
that I couldn't forget
And all you'd wished to ponder yet
The clouds got in the way

Of every word you tried to say.

And when I think back on that night
And it all seems softer in hindsight,
And when I think back on this night,
It'll all seem different in hindsight,

You're the insides of an empty frame
'Cause you tore the picture in a fit of rage
And it all seems softer in hindsight
It's all fucked up in hindsight

You gave me words
I counted as
17,
17

One kiss goodbye
would be no match
(seventeen
seventeen)

But looking back it seemed like 20.

Description
Discarded
and Translucent frames
are what you are,
what you are

But before we touch
on how you became
what you are,
what you are

Let's see the best of what you were
All your energies all calm and pure,
Let's remember what I can't forget
And all you wish to ponder yet
Your head's so full of smoke...

From those countless months alone.

Your eyes were blue
and full of seeds
when we met
when we met

And your hand was heavy
when we stared at the sun
as it set
as it set

On all the things we'd come to find
In the deepest corners of both our minds
The things I remembered
that I couldn't forget
And all you'd wished to ponder yet
The clouds got in the way

Of every word you tried to say.

And when I think back on that night
And it all seems softer in hindsight,
And when I think back on this night,
It'll all seem different in hindsight,

You're the insides of an empty frame
'Cause you tore the picture in a fit of rage
And it all seems softer in hindsight
It's all fucked up in hindsight

You gave me words
I counted as
17,
17

One kiss goodbye
would be no match
(seventeen
seventeen)

But looking back it seemed like 20.