Mar 17, 2008 00:36
When I wasn't there,
I wasn't all there.
I know you wish I'd told her,
but now your hands,
just like their plans,
rest heavy on my shoulders.
I know that you're joking,
you feel it in your chest.
You know that you're smoking
yesterday's cigarettes.
why?
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