**Maybe I got use to the sounds of broken promises confessed in hushed tones under black skies**

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**Maybe I got use to split time holidays and handoff weekends**

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**Maybe I got use to the stars painting my bedroom ceiling being replaced by an un lived in room and shut doors**

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**Maybe they’ll get use to it so I don’t have to be**

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**Maybe they’ll remember they use to be friends **

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**Maybe they’ll remember me in the thick of not being able to forget each other**

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**Maybe they’ll remember to put the stars up in the dark **