The Posts of Christmas Past

The ways you felt
When you tried to say goodbye
Reveals a pattern
Unveils itself
To gladly tune it out
What they could write
Laced in gold
The unsettled dilemma
My face
It aches
It's old
Now you know
The things I put online
Were not inside me

That's when you decide
To tweet on Christmas morning
And never, never gonna take it down
Nothing you devise
Can keep it from your mind
Into your heart it slips
And crawls along your sweater
Where I'd rather be sown
Be tied
To your hip

The hardest part is when you begin
A threads that lauds
The things that couldn't bind you here
In the softest light
It's clear
That you know this isn't right
And how much
I wanna show you what's up
With my mom and the fam
But I can't hide from that
So I don't
It's the posts of Christmas past
Coming back
When you reply
Is there something else
On your mind



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Scurlock
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