| I found my old phone today |
| In a box that I had hidden away |
| Nostalgia tryin' to lead me astray |
| Maybe I'll unwrite some wrongs |
| I charged the battery again |
| Combinations 'cause my passcode had changed |
| Opened up and saw familiar names |
| Now I wonder where they've gone |
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| Conversations with my dead friends |
| Messages from all my exes |
| I kinda think that this was best left |
| In the past, where it belongs |
| I feel an overwhelming sadness |
| Of all the friends I do not have left |
| Seeing how my family has fractured |
| Growin' up and movin' on |
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| I found my old phone today |
| Arguments that I tried to keep at bay |
| The ones who loved me, I just pushed them away |
| Couldn't tell the difference from the leeches |
| My closed hand still holds some mates |
| But if I'm open, it gets smaller day by day |
| I can't tell if it is pleasure or pain |
| Trying to keep within my remain |
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| Conversations with my dead friends |
| Messages from all my exes |
| I kinda think that this was best left |
| There, in the past, where it belongs |
| I feel an overwhelming sadness |
| Of all the friends I do not have left |
| Seeing how my family has fractured |
| Growin' up and movin' on |
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |
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| I found my old phone today |
| So full of love, yet so full of hate |
| I put it back inside there from whence it came |
| Nothing good will come from regretting |
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| Conversations with my dead friends |
| Messages from all my exes |
| I kinda think that this was best left |
| There, in the past, where it belongs |
| I feel an overwhelming sadness |
| Of all the friends I do not have left |
| Seeing how my family has fractured |
| Growin' up and movin' on |
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| I found my old phone today |
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