| Hey, I found your black Converse
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| They made me think of us
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| And how we wore each other out
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| But maybe I am out of line
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| Calling you late at night
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| Just wanna see if you’re around
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| I didn’t think our break-up
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| Would make us into strangers
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| And there’s so much I never got to say
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| Hey, I found your black Converse
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| I guess in other words
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| I’m really missing you right now
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| But you look good
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| You look really fucking good
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| And I hate that you don’t need me
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| Like the way I still need you
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| Wish I didn’t, but I do
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| So it’s hard to see you healing
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| When I’m still breaking
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| You always had a way with words
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| I’d always get so nervous I won’t get it all across
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| Yeah, sometimes I think there’s a chance
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| A sudden change of plans
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| Where we’ll get back the things we lost
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| I didn’t think it mattered
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| Which one is breaking better
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| But it pains me that you’re happier than me
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| Yeah, here we are so I’ll go first
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| I found your black Converse
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| I thought that you might want them back
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| But you look good
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| You look really fucking good
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| And I hate that you don’t need me
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| Like the way I still need you
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| Wish I didn’t, but I do
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| So it’s hard to see you healing
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| When I’m still breaking
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| In my bed, at the bar
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| In my head, in my heart
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| How are you happy now
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| 'Cause I’m still holding on
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| On the bus, feeling great
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| Why am I not okay?
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| How are you happy now
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| When I’m still breaking
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| Hey, I found your black Converse
|
| I guess in other words
|
| I’m really missing you right now
|
| But you look good
|
| You look really fucking good
|
| And I hate that you don’t need me
|
| Like the way I still need you
|
| Wish I didn’t, but I do
|
| So it’s hard to see you healing
|
| When I’m still breaking
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| In my bed, at the bar
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| In my head, in my heart
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| How are you happy now
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| 'Cause I’m still holding on
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| On the bus, feeling great
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| Why am I not okay?
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| How are you happy now
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| When I’m still breaking |