It's like missing a place you've never been to,
But when you get there nothing's the same.
Like crying over a movie,
for people who you can always blame.
It was like building a wooden heart up,
to sail it into the fire lit sunset.
The only hope we have is the one we remember,
but it tastes like smoke and regret in my lungs.
Like seeing another life you were meant to live,
but upon arrival you were too late.
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