moody as smoke billows out of black canisters
everything but and dreaming about lost people who i can't touch anymore
so much right and so little wrong, in a strange way all i want is to be alone
this is such a strange feeling for me
consumed up in one other person not wanting to deal with the outside
sounds and goosebumps
dreaming we can just be dreams, i mean friends
thinking about how cute and nice your best friend is
hugs
and how much trouble that got me into last time
my fingertips are dry and dyed
thinking about how good it is just to lay in bed with you
listening to your thoughts
is this it, all over again
why does easter move around?
and what are you doing today?
prickly cold leg hair
waiting, . . .
strawberries and marinating meat
why can i just get along with my friends
and not be a hater
can't wait for crap apple blossoms a new
why is there no doubt in my mind
you'll be there
the titanic was unsinkable
good thing i'm a little over weight
can't wait to get burned into submission
taking over the nature inside me
it's a strange retaliation
are we still best friends?
or have we replaced each other?
secret gardens, easter baskets, and wondering
wondering if i'll ever fall in love with you
and what happens if i can't?
will i burn all your mix tapes?
throw away all your files?
do i really have the need to bury people so much?
maybe i should just take my own advice and know
someday all my feelings for you will just faded away
leaving me a little more on empty than
the hole i started with
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