Spring.

 

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It’s that time of the year again.

In the story of you and I,

spring has always been the season

of me falling back.

Back in love with you,

back in lust with you,

back at missing you.

Hard habits are hard to die,

but mines seem to be the hardest ones.

Winter is far gone.

And as the last colds fade away,

my year resolutions seem to do as well.

It’s that time of the year again.

In the story of you and I,

this sick pattern of mine

keeps coming back.

Back in love with you,

back in lust with you,

back at missing you.

If winter is when I grow apart,

then spring is when I fall back.

Back in love with you,

back in lust with you,

back at missing you.