Just found my favorite high school t-shirt stuck in the back of my drawer.
It used to look so good on you especially when it was all you wore.
I don't think I want it anymore.
CHORUS:
Traces of you and me before we fell apart.
Yeah your face, it appears everywhere you stole my heart.
There's a part of me that still love you.
I guess there's nothing I can do to erase your traces, no.
You came with me the day I got my broken heart tattoo.
It hurt like hell but I kept a straight face like I had something to prove.
It used to not have a thing to do with you.
*CHORUS*
I've done everything I can trying to move on.
But everything around me reminds me that you're gone.
Traces...
Traces, yeah...
*CHORUS*
I can't erase your traces, no.
Traces, no.
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