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I said my line and turned my face
I walked away from our old place
I told myself,"That's it, that's all"
But the wind still carried your name down the hall
Your number still lives in my phone somewhere
Your birthday is circled on the calendar there
I cleaned the closet and sorted the shelf
But the scent of you clings to my own self
The suitcase is packed and set by the door
The key in my hand is colder than before
I say I'm done and I mean it today
But the feeling just begs me to stay
The suitcase is packed and set by the door
The key in my hand is colder than before
I say I'm fine, I can handle the sting
But my pulse keeps repeating the song we used to sing
Your number still lives in my phone somewhere
Your birthday is circled on the calendar there
I cleaned the closet and sorted the shelf
But the scent of you clings to my own self
The suitcase is packed and set by the door
The key in my hand is colder than before
I say I'm done and I mean it today
But the feeling just begs me to stay
The suitcase is packed and set by the door
The key in my hand is colder than before
I say I'm fine, I can handle the sting
But my pulse keeps repeating the song we used to sing
