Friday, September 28, 2012

Slightly Sick

  "When you feel like a tourist in your own town, it's time to go"

I saw the car, it's all it takes, thank god you could never know, 

you can't read my mind, like you used to be able to.
(I said aloud, minutes before I saw it, you got to look for that car.)
It was right there, in arm's reach, not spitting distance.
My stomach has been shaking the whole night since, 
and I have never felt so much love in these moments, that I no longer wish to be there.

  "I know you've got hands of stone"

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