Sometimes Strangers from Sometimes Strangers by Imogen Cygler

This is my third crush on a boy called James
I guess it’s common, it’s one of those names
That share corners of my past
Without colouring all of my heart

Whenever I meet a boy with the name
I quickly forget the previous James
And slowly I slide into a season of new
Memories of him fade into the blue

I know that I’m taller, I know that I’ve grown
When I see a movie alone
Sometimes strangers say your name
And I no longer feel the same

Speaking words can open the door
To second storey evenings summers before
Or golden afternoons in the hills
Or dusty dancefloors swallowing pills

But often it washes right over my head
My mind feels different instead
Even when I wrap you up into my dreams
It’s less to do with you than it seems

I know that I’m taller, I know that I’ve grown
When I see a movie alone
Sometimes strangers say your name
And I’m licked by last year’s flame

Sometimes strangers say your name
And I no longer feel the same
I no longer feel the same
I no longer feel the same

No more asking
Here I lie
Heartache helping
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all

Put me in the bin
Trash me in the can
Recycle me, please
Put me in the bin

That was my final try

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