“Even Now”

Dashboard Confessional

Written by Christopher Carrabba

 

Even now I can smell the clothes

Freshly from the wash

Still hot from the dryer

 

Even now I can smell your skin

To wrap you in a towel

Lay you on the bed

And try to love you

 

Even now I can feel your arms

I can feel your breast

I can hear your songs

And I always can find you again

 

Even now I can feel your hand

Gently over mine

With almost no weight at all

 

Even now I can feel your eyes

Watch me as I strum

Much too late at night

 

Even now I can see you smile

I can hear you hum

I can hear you sing

And I always can find you again

 

Even in the dark of night

Even in the lowest light

Even as the world outside

Is spinning, and spinning

 

Even now I can feel your hair

Blow across my cheek

As we sit in one of two chairs

 

Even now I can feel your face

Resting on my chest

Wrestling for sleep

And failing at it

 

Even now I can see you sleep

I can see the dream

I can see you fly

And I always can find you again

And I always can find you again

And I always can find you again

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