There's a tote bag on the doorknob of my closet full of clothes
The last thing I wore when I last held ya, I just can't bring myself to wash
Ever since you left there's things I haven't dared to touch
Cause that'll mean you're really gone and I loved you so fuckin much
We were driving home without you and I looked up at the moon
It was a golden tilted crescent, when I saw it I saw you
Through relationships and breakups you were there for every one
And when something didn't work out I was never alone
When I adopted you at 19 I figured in 10-15 years
You'd be the old man in my house I'd share with a partner and some kids
But now I'm turning 30 in a studio apartment
Haven't started my own family and you my friend are gone
I'm not sure I want to be a mother and I don't have a partner
But I have a lot of best friends, so it really could be worse
Your death has me reflecting on where I thought I'd be
And how I couldn't protect you, but I'm so glad you're at peace
The clothes I wore when I last held ya, I haven't brought myself to wash
I cried so hard when I left you
I loved you so fuckin much
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