a song for a lover of long ago - Justin Vernon

Ring on the bar. Clinging water marks. It hints at what I had and calls up what I can't. Wring you out of me, shake your memory free. Can't squash them open sores, Can't chase away the hole. I have buried you, in every place I've been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands. Ring, sound the alarm. Sting my broken heart, and the faintest violinist, buried in my gut. There are chances and choices, sometimes you just have to cut. I have buried you, every place I've been. You keep ending up within my shaking hands. I have buried you within my shaking hands, you keep ending up, every place I've been. I have buried you, every place I've been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands. You keep ending up, in every place I've been, in my shaking hands. Every place I've been.

el otro día me puse a limpiar un pc antiguo y pillé fotos del pasado con un ex pololo super bueno que tuve y me dio pena que nadie más me pueda querer como él lo intentó, que nadie se esfuerce y ahora que ando con el corazón roto, solo quiero que desaparezca esa sensación en el corazón cuando lo recuerdo, lo recuerdo llegar a mi casa, lo recuerdo abrazado a su gato, lo recuerdo de todas las maneras posibles en todos los lugares que compartimos.