Every lump inside your throat
Every crumpled little note
Every idle dial tone
Every hook you hung it on

Everything you should have said
Everything you said instead
On the stairs and in the halls
Everywhere but where he was

Anything you tried to do
Any way he looked at you
He was never one to praise
Anybody to his face
Anything he should have said
Anything he said instead
In the empty corridor
Anywhere but where you were

You are, you are forgiven

Looked in the mirror
Couldn't believe what you saw
He is as near to you
Now as he ever was

Grinding your teeth
Trying to sleep it off
Waking up with an aching jaw

You are, you are, you are forgiven
You are, you are, you are forgiven
You are, you are, you are forgiven
You are, you are, you are forgiven

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Writer(s): Anais Mitchell