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Sometimes I don't know what else to say after I've already said "I miss you" and "I love you." Everytime I say them, it's like I'm saying something new, because each pang of longing I feel is unique and individual. My heart pulses and I remember your hands... your hands on my back... your hands on my thighs... your hands in my hair. I exhale and remember breathing you in... breathing your name... stealing the breath from your kiss... breathing hard, so hard.

I miss you. I love you.

Static lyrics with fluid and expanding meanings.

No big deal.

Nothing hurts like being left behind.

Fuck.