Tuesday, December 21, 2010


it catches up, scares me to death
that you're not there
and it seems like i've burned every bridge from here to delaware
and i'm sleeping alone and i'm dreaming about october
when he leaves me alone on the stairs
and i don't care

sitting real still, its a choice or its a hunt
and you're kissing me like you can anytime you want
and i hide..
and i make myself out to be special but i'm not

i'm swimming slow, you're up ahead
you forget me
and i think about 20 different ways to say i'm sorry
and i fabricate a half, something to fall into my lap
but that was dumb
i float on my back and i hear nothing

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