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There are time, when you wanna let go,
and everything in front of you, isn't something that you know,
but there is always that girl, who dreams alone,
could never add up to the weekend in my home,

were never further apart, then when i'm laying in my bed,
and the cold on my right arm, brings you warmly to my head,
how come when i reach out my arms to caress,
there is so much bullshit and distance between us?

i don't want to seem so weak and mentally unprepared,
but emotionally i'm all about you, that must be shared,
relive jammin to Country in your car with no where to go,
just talkin to your heart through the radio,

i feel the end evaporating off your skin,
why hate the finish when i died to begin,
anything or anyone after all seem like secondhand,
if only i could cross my arms around you like an ampersand.