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A Bloody Canvas

A Bloody Canvas

So Far Away

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I used to know you like the back of my hand

But that got lost while I was waving goodbye

It seems that we've lost so much

Eight years of my life lost like a single grain of sand

Swept up by the wind

The phone never rings

It’s just silent and stings

Like salt in a metaphorical wound

Do you remember that starless night some September?

We sat out on my back porch with all our Pokemon cards

Back before we knew of life and the things that it could do

You told me then that we would always be best friends

We would always be best friends

We would always be

I have all these memories but I know they could mean something more to me

Than just a silent movie stuck on repeat

Where has all our time gone?

It seems like yesterday when we were living the jokes we would laugh at today

But we’re not laughing today

At least not together

I thought best friends meant forever

I thought best friends meant forever

The phone never rings

It’s just silent and stings

Like salt in a metaphorical wound

Are you making a point to avoid everyone you left behind?

I used to think it was hard when you moved more than a street away

But now it’s harder today

Than it ever was before

You’re just a face in a photograph that hasn’t begun to fade

And I don’t think it ever will

Do you remember those summers we spent at the New Jersey shore?

When we were younger we used to jump through the waves

And make those jellyfish graves, the ‘gulls used to love that

When we started to notice the girls lying in their suits

We knew we had finally grown up

But so had they

So had they

Maybe we just grew up too fast

The phone never rings

It’s just silent and stings

Like salt in a metaphorical wound

So, how do you like Minnesota?

If it’s too cold you can always come back home

But if Minneapolis is perfect then I’ll be happy for your life

I just have to ask

Are you making a point to avoid everyone you left behind?

Most importantly me…

The phone never rings

It’s just silent and stings

Like salt in a metaphorical wound

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