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Let's take the time to reclaim our story
Craft each line from allegory
Or watch the things we love all come undone
When we love them for what they were
And not what they’ve become
It all comes so naturally

Let's start at the place when my eyes would first meet you
You were inside a song
And that's how my eyes would keep you
You would send me your words
And I’d reply when you ask
As you held out your life inside of bars
There's a knock at the door
A midwestern year later
Your hair was short and promised to another
We chased all the roads we could to move on
But no matter where you go
You can't escape where you belong
And it's here

Almost there now
Almost there now

There's a still, small room somewhere inside us
Where we still exist and no one will find us
But memories change to make sense of our mistakes
And our bodies bend or fit back in that space
Too much time has passed and too much past is forgotten
Like the smell of your neck
Abandoned lot where we'd imagine our home
Now we let our songs all change
But I'm never gonna write the way I felt when I first touched your face

Almost there now
Almost there now

We are, we are those sad songs
You are where I still belong
We are, we are those sad songs