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“Last Name” by Catie Turner

Take me to dinner
Say it's my favorite
Hasn't been my favorite, since I was nine
You say you hear but, do you really listen?
I don't really listen, I think we stopped trying

Am I loyal to people or to a last name
I'll carry the crest and internalized blame
When gods become people, there’s not much to talk about
It feels like a graveyard inside of our house

It's almost your birthday, don't know what to get you
Don't know what to get you, don't know what you like
…

When it starts to feel like work to pick up the call
Small talk with strangers, it's your duty to love
No choice in who made you, but choice with your time
I hope you felt chosen some of your life

There is a kid who lives inside and they miss you
Inside and they miss you, and they don't know why…
Why we stopped eating dinner at the table, and stopped watching movies on Saturday nights…

…at least I knew you once in my life
At least I knew you once in my life

I see you in movies, I see you in light
I see you in playgrounds, every tear that I cry
I hear you in trains, singing with crickets at night

I know that I knew you once in my life
I hope that I meet you again when it's time

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