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I'm sorry that life has been unkind to you

She says

While slipping back into her clothes

And I'm sure she means it

And I know that she's right

But I'm not thinking about that

Something stirs inside like moth wings

And I'm reminded of a song

But my head is like an empty lot

With spaces where my thoughts once parked

And nothing is forthcoming

She's since moved onward

Tapping at her phone

Her face aglow 

Her hair like a hanging halo

She says

Maybe it's this

Leaning toward me tilting forward

She points it at me

Bathes me in it

But no

This isnt right

It doesn't match my memory

Of how the lyrics feel