I remember

all the words and phrases that frequent your tongue like girls frequent your head. the shapes your face makes when your mind is fitting itself around an idea. the way you walk, the way you can't, and the way you wish you could .promises we both forgot, but tried to honor... and that's what counts, isn't it?

some lyrics

"I know a girl who cries when she practices violin, because each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.

Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie."