“Give me feathers or give me nails; I’m walking on eggshells”

Remember this guy?

I used to think his name was kinda funny. But he writes beautiful songs, though he sort of disappeared from the map after a bit.

“And it might not make much sense,
to you, or any of my friends
But somehow, you still affect the things I do

It’s not that our love died..
It just never really bloomed.”

*

You’re holding me back, without even trying to.

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