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everything is quiet since you're not around
And I live in numbness now
In the background
I do the things we did before
I walk Haight Street to the store
And they say where's that crazy girl?
You don't get drunk on red wine and fight no more
I don't see you anymore since the hospital
The plans I make still have you in them
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You come, I go.
You came, I went.
Comfort is mapped out over bridges and roads
Everyday we put a hose to what holds us back and fall asleep to the thought of something better.
Get me there.
i cant take one more day pining away in day dreams.
ive mustered everything in me towalk away from these broken down houses.
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Just because i cant see slope doesnt mean i dont know its coming.
What gives you the right to be so pretty, what gives me the right to be so cautious.
I wont jump on the bed. ill wake you up at the right time. ill tell you about the marvelous colors there are in your skin.
after i rip off your clothes of course.
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Outside they're shoveling March onto the sidewalks.
Making way for us to shed into June.
and when the fog clears im going tell mother nature to go fuck herself and its about time.
Im going to take all the blankets we hid under to stay alive and hang them out on the closeline
the sun can put back the warmth we took out.
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Month to Month.
it gets a little bit more clear, but at a snails pace.
Every day i think about all the places i could be going and the life out there that im still here trying to grab.
sometimes i wonder if i choose the mistakes, or they choose me.
I am humble. I am modest.
But so help me god i know i deserve it.
who knows. maybe im kidding myself.
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Whether its a cold front or your bed room door slamming,
We could argue until language didnt exist.
Theres a view to the left and a goal to the right.
I wipe the sleep from my eyelids and wonder why todays another day that im waiting the world out there is withering away without me in the front seat.
Every muse is starting to bleed into one.
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The floor is mapped out in grids.
my clothes keep them warm.
Catch the laughter under the coffee table and run.
Take it up stairs for a rainy day.
The Carpet is covered with our bodies.
a hundred years worth of footprints below.
You get lost sometimes until the cotton lifts over your eyes.
when its dim and im un-wrapping you.
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There's luggage under my eyelids.
thankfully the lashes are long enough to catch the images taking the color from my retna.
People talk...people point...people bleed into one.
Ive seen hundreds and sometimes it might as well have been one.
I havent had it, you love to have something to talk about.
you may have folded me up but that layer is thin.
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These have been the hardest three days of my life. My lungs have officially turned to auto-pilot. Sleep usually isnt a battle, but when i dream i know what itll feel like when i wake up. I am a product of my surroundings interests, yet hopelessness surrrounds me and blurs all near. You can be a thousand miles away from someone and still be content ( Read more... )