Okay, so I break promises too.

Last night, I tried to leave.
Cried so much - I could not believe she was the same girl I fell in love with long ago.

There are these things...I feel whole and full and put together? Can I say that? I feel. Better.

So. Merry Christmas. Thank God for all these things.

i remember, at michael's house, in the living room, when you kissed my neck
and i almost touched your blouse.
in the morning, at the top of the stairs, when your father found out what we did that night -
and you told me you were scared.
oh, the glory, when you ran outside, with your shirt tucked in, and your shoes untied,

and you told me not to

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We might kiss when we are alone.
If nobody's watching, I might take you home.
We might make out when nobody's there.
It's not that we're scared. It's just that it's delicate.

We might live like never before.
When there's nothing to give, well, how can we ask for more?
We might make love in some secret place.
The look on your face is delicate.

It's not like I could be here and not do it.

I'm looking at you through the glass. I don't know how much time has passed.

To drive through these streets, repeating to myself: These things happened. These things happened. These things happened. Here. I was here.

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Don't cry to me. If you loved me, you would be here with me.
You want me? Come find me.
Make up your mind.