Mallard Westcott - 8 Digits

Balancing it all was all rocket science
Now we both bathe In radio silence
A stuffed toy I grew out of as a teen
You're a nightlight that shut off unexpectedly

It's been around two months since you last crossed my mind
I'd write you that letter if I ever found the time
You started doing the things I once urged you to do
It's a bit too late for that, you know it's true

Eight digits engraved on a tomb
It's strange to me that I once knew you
Hear the catbirds in the afternoon
Did your seashell phone stop working too

You always let me play my favorite songs
You always knew I played that chord wrong
You haven't ruined anything for me, not even that word that you used
To the describe the bad things that I do

Eight digits engraved on a tomb
It's strange to me that I once knew you
Hear the catbirds in the afternoon
Did your seashell phone stop working too

Eight digits engraved on a tomb
It's strange to me that I once knew you
Hear the catbirds in the afternoon
Did your seashell phone stop working too

Written by:
Allison Rishel

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