tell me i'm still your best friend.
your pumpkin.
your babycakes.
your forever.
your best friend.
tell me i still know you better than anyone,
and you know my word's as good as gold
just like your heart.
tell me i didn't break it for the sake of pride,
and that you understand.
tell me that you know he's lying.
that if i hold you we can go back to being perfect.
that we're still closer than ever;
better than ever.
tell me you're still the cheese to my macaroni,
and we're still going to cuddle against a tree to see a mountainview.
tell me that it's my chest to scratch, still.
that you'll stay scruffy for when we kiss.
that we're picking out a place together.
just tell me we're still us,
like we were before.
i'm going deaf and i need your laugh,
i've forgotten how music sounds when it doesn't make you cry.
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