String Theory

I used to think you told me everything;
I felt I knew the places you had been.
We tied our wrists together with red string.

I asked you to hold on until the spring.
You promised me you would, but that was when
I used to think you told me everything.

You said you’d wait before you took to wing.
I was a fool; I still believed you then.
We tied our wrists together with red string.

I thought you had grown tired of wandering
That maybe you felt you were home again.
I used to think you told me everything.

That winter we had time for anything.
We mapped our lifelines out in ballpoint pen.
We tied our wrists, together, with red string.

You said goodbye and left me faltering.
It’s hard to think that I alone remain.
I used to think you told me everything.
We tied our wrists together with red string.

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