my skin stings
i miss you
all of you
but in particular the two of you
it makes sense, you share
indecision in common
hotel rooms are empty and uninviting
i'm wishing i was at the ace, listening to records
smoking, and dreaming of you
goosebumps, 5:50, did you figure it out yet?
lonely but not alone
the story of my life
it would have been your key in my keyhole
if you'd just said yes
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