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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