[03 Jun 2004|01:21am]
Static
You said that it'd get better
This life, this illusion
You told me you'd be here
Looks like you're absent today
The phone rings - it's you
You say you'll be home soon
I'm waiting for you
To return to me
I'll be here
Cross my fingers
Hope to die It's sorta funny...when I wrote this poem, my dad was out drinking and
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