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After Math
Walking down the stairs like I just left my house
Get on my bike and change gears
There's frost on my tires and nose
I ride as fast as I can without slipping
They were watching basketball and I hate it
I'm glad to leave the empty bottle in my room
And feel the wind rush past my face
Broken fragements of...
Glass.
I nearly miss, a close call on a cold night
I make the last leaning turn and lock it
I knock on the door... fuck just open it
Roommates greet me as I rush past them
There's no time for politeness, there never was
The next door I just bust in
Sitting there you look up, and tear up
We hug... and I lay on your bed for hours
And hours.
Pitch black, I stare at you, sleeping
I dont dare place my arm around you
Your sheets are so soft, ive been here before
