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How sad it would be to be your ex
To have fallen from your light
Plants grown brown & dry
To drop off a child with equal parts blood
Exchanging the details of "yes, he ate enough"
Catching whiffs of cologne through the open door
Driving away: 'oh, the way we were before!'

Many deaths humble the coffin
God just ruffles your hair when you've fallen
How tasteless each bite becomes
To remain in a world that only knows your song,
but has outlawed the words

To catch eyes across a room: Shrugged into lemonade
To look at the life (yeah, the life that we made)
Pumping the gas while some tired blonde
that looks like you from the back
turns the stereo on.
All of my friends grown so tired of the story
Keep trying to have me meet {1} Emily, {2} Jen, and {3} Tori

To know that if I'd gone left instead of right
If I'd left the door unlocked so you'd get in at night
If only I’d touched your hand & asked you to stay
in the church that we built before we ever had to pray.
If days wouldn't pass without my permission
I would hold them back and cherish what I'm missing

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from Real Snow, released April 8, 2014

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Kye Alfred Hillig Tacoma, Washington

Lost his family in a house fire, but saved his guitar. Plays songs his family’s never heard. (Tacoma, WA Singer-Songwriter)

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