Saturday, August 12, 2006

too tired for even you

the falling is always special
the touch
falling asleep nestled beneath your face
i blush
barely able to believe you and i
finding our place, our spot

a kiss only i felt, right?
a bit of magic made up
imposters stealing cups
but i'm taking it back
pouring you out
replacing you with this track

get the fuck out

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