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I was shutting the door and there was a place where I
was alone in my thinking and I flicked ashes on clean surfaces
I had dreamt all week, and I found I was dreaming of worse things
I re-visited the past and saw where you told me you were always watching and
observing and how you thought I would be just fine eventually
I've got to tell someone, how tired I've grown of the only spark alive is always
dying on the tip of a cigarette
Because I was intimate last night, and I felt nothing but the heat of the hood against
my bare back
I drove home and slept for ten hours and woke up sore and back where I started
Always aching to know if you've been anywhere I have, and what you think of
love these days
Listen. I dwindle and form.
It's not much, but I have this thing for you.
The horoscopes say, it's a really bad idea
And I guess I live off of those
