| The first time I went back to homeroom from the hospital
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| I thought that being more embarrassed was impossible
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| But God, the second time it really turned my stomach
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| Now I’m the kid who collapses and then spazzes out in public
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| This time was a bowling alley, the first was in the yard
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| And kids in middle school just watched me trip and kicked me hard
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| Except this girl named Crissie Li, who flips around at her desk
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| And gives me the world’s biggest Disney card
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| Wrote «best wishes,» and «kisses» where she signed it
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| 3 feet by 2 feet, I coulda hid behind it
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| I didn’t like the pity from Christina Li though
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| I’m thinking «Crissie, can’t you see I’m busy being emo?»
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| ‘Cause I think I mighta heard she maybe sorta liked me
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| And since she wasn’t cool enough I guess I took it lightly
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| Had braces and glasses and wasn’t Mrs. Popular
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| And so I didn’t really give a thought to her
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| A heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping
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| It’s the notes of the song that’ll never happen
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| And the wind in the leaves is the sound of ghosts clapping
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| But a heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping
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| There’s holes in my memory- it isn’t photographic
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| There’s holes in my yearbook but the cut-out folks were plastic
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| Ten years pass, I don’t cross paths
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| With half the people from my class again 'til we meet at Crissie’s open casket
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| Those who chose to ask it probably knew
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| I could have dug in deeper if I’d wanted to
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| But you couldn’t tell a thing was off on the surface
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| And I didn’t know she was sick until I heard about her service
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| She was born with a heart defect, used to the cold knife
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| She’d been in and out of hospitals her whole life
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| She knew the whole time, and never said why
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| She felt my pain herself and helped me hold my head high
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| The nicest folks are those who know the throes of crisis
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| Though I know it’s crime to twist her life to fit my own devices
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| Why’s it so hard to mourn, and then try to learn by this
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| But lights that burn shortest
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| Are the lights that burn brightest
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| A heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping
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| It’s the notes of the song that’ll never happen
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| And the wind in the leaves is the sound of ghosts clapping
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| But a heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping
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| Our 8th grade yearbook page for dedicating songs wasn’t long
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| Even in a school eleven hundred strong
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| The yearbook advertised for months, but when it’s said and done
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| Crissie bought six, the third most of anyone
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| Alvin got «Your Faith in Me» by Jessica Simpson
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| Pebbles got Richard Marx’s ballad «At the Beginning»
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| It feels like sloppy poetry the way her life would end
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| After sending Mariah Carrey’s «Any Time You Need a Friend»
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| But corniness is honesty that’s wrapped in cliché
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| And most slow jam lyrics aren’t shit I’m brave enough to say without a smirk
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| But before she went to dirt she left us finally
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| «I Will Remember You» to Geoff, Mike, Bry and me
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| You can plot if you must
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| Say it’s obviously fate, or explain that God is just
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| But all I know is that until my body’s dust
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| I will try to think of her as much as Crissie thought of us
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| This one goes out to Christina |