Does it matter where I walk, can I be here without catching your fingers
Didn’t think I’d fall here, Didn’t think I’d be hearing these words I’ve taken to talking
Did I betray an unwillingness, do I will you now to know
Does it matter where I stand, can I be here without rubbing the salt in
Can I word it, people this place with endless letters, our unborn children my love
Who will I ever find to be as tender and will I want him
I’m not over, over you
Does it matter how we speak, with too much ease and affection
As if my day doesn’t set while yours rises
But you were a question I lived do we still wait for my reply
Does the whispered fearful love
Not count now that I’ve trodded a future peace
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