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2nd on the right and straight on till morning
I'm Lmy.



talks about you in his sleep

Saturday, July 23, 2011






Buy me a Time-Turner!
I'd like to split myself so I can be at different places at once.
Thanks.


1

Doesnt mean you should just because you can
Had to go all the way around to get your life back --
then back to square One. Wait, what, again?
Why the fuck, sorry I can't even.
Do I have rights to be angry? Maybe I shouldnt care.
Should I coddle you, offer solutions, fight. Pick up the mess.
Your life. Could've had the world ,if you wanted it.
Don't do this to yourself, please. For us.
If only you could see what you are right now


2

Too long ; How soon is soon/
Hours turns into days and days into weeks
Nothing ever stays the same Nothing ever changes
How many bricks to build a bridge
How much wire to build a fence
How many matches to set them all on fire

Once in a while, a deep-belly laugh,
honestly and truthfully. Enough for me


3

You in a white shirt. Wailing backgrounds. Silvered thumbs.
Blank eyes sour on the inside.
Waiting.


My eyes peering at luminous screens. Typing. Backspacing.
Yet a Facebook like does not indicate genuine enjoyment
Obviously a song isnt enough, but the words dont come.
So I go back to guessing.

Sometimes I want to crawl into your head. Explore, pick at things.
But I am afraid of what I will find


P/S

Adrianna sings this so good.









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