I love these lyrics by Conor Oberst.It reminds me of a guy i used to go out with named Josh.
It also reminds me of NewYork.Winter time and a great big loft full of mismatched furniture.
Coffee and cigarettes with some art work scattered around.
I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone
It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you..........
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