The story
He learns too late what should have come first.
He moves through town with the kind of pride that keeps him from asking directions, until the small things start to corner him: how to say sorry, how to listen, how to let somebody love him without turning it into a test. The lesson comes plain and late, in the silence after he should have spoken, and the empty space he leaves starts answering back.
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Lyrics
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