cannonball

There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

It’s still a little harder to say what’s going on

There’s till a little bit of your ghost, your witness

Still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed

You step a little closer each day

That I can’t say what’s going on

 

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