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i get off the phone with you

i wonder how things are there

and why am i so bored here that i can hardly see straight

my mirror makes a reflection on my feet

and i wonder for a number of reasons

why these damn cords are so tangled

like the wings of angels getting caught

as they fight over who's gonna save who

and who's gonna save me, or you, or him

or my lion

who's lonely in bed when i'm not there

or me

who's lonely in bed when you're not there

and how after a night with you

i can smell you on my pillow

and how i'd rather have you

than a smell that will go away

my nest chair is like a home

a home i'd sit in, so still and quiet

when you'd drag me to pier one

where things are breakable and i could not touch

but these days i'm older

and i can touch what i want, because it's ok now

at school we are in the same world

but now you're with people i don't know and i'm with people you do know

and i'm not sure why

why i miss you when you're gone

or why the sun makes shadows on my feather comforter

that is thinner in some places than in others

kinda like my skin

thinner in some places than in others

maybe right over my heart