Parts of me are going
Parts of me are going missing
I don’t know who started it, but I do know there is a girl wandering an elementary library
And I think she has my face,
Parts of me are going missing
I don’t know why it started, but I can see a girl sitting in the back of class head in a book because they won’t hear her anyway
And I know that’s my jacket,
Parts of me are going missing
I first noticed when I thought “If you don’t let them in it won’t hurt when they leave”
And I hope that’s not my heart,
Parts of me are going missing
If you find them take care of them and don’t forget to tell them how much I miss them
I’d tell you where to find me, so you can send them home but I’m a little lost myself,
And I know it can’t just be me so if I find any pieces of you I’ll hold on to them
Just make sure you do the same because we’re all missing a little bit of ourselves
And we’re all waiting for someone to find them.
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