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Trish Hosein
Trish Hosein
Songwriter

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You left a gift for me
Under your Christmas tree
Wrapped it in riddles like I was your family
I know you don't like when girls write you poetry
But I am praying you'll take this as flattery
We spent that New Year's Eve
Square like geometry
I watched your lips and the sweater you wore
We talked about middle school
Your father leaving you
I guess I won't hear the rest of the story
There were one million ways that this could have gone
But you only count the 500 thousand ways it could have gone wrong
I see the hope where you see the trouble
I see the home where you see the rubble
Only death's inevitable
You couldn't keep me
You felt too guilty
Just like the dog that you fostered last fall
I watched you detach
Like a fault bracket that
Left me bent backwards hanging off the wall
There were one million ways that this could have gone
But you only count the 500 thousand ways it could have gone wrong
I see the hope where you see the trouble
I see the home where you see the rubble
Only death's inevitable
I still wanna tell you bout one time I flew to the African coast and I learned how to dance
I still wanna hear bout the pop songs you love and maybe one day I'll get the chance
Cause there's one million ways that this could go
That neither of us really know
But I'll see the hope
Where you see the trouble
Cause only death's inevitable
Written by: Trish Hosein
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