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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Here's another letter with your name on it

All these words don't mean anything, 
and all the phrases I've nurtured amount to nothing
just some wasted time, wasted space,
wasted strings and calluses until I see your face

I said I was lying when I called you my cure
well if you want to know the truth I was lying there, for sure...

Now I'm lying on the couch and you're lying too, 
how much more of this can we take?
It's just a test to see what's inside me, 
until I can see inside you

Well I sure wasn't lying when I called you my cure
and if you want to know the truth I'm lying on the floor to hear from you

So just take me out, take me anywhere
away from here
knock me out, quick one two
from no one else but you
why is it that all my words come back to you?

All the sad words don't mean anything
and all the sad phrases I've nurtured amount to nothing
it's just amazing times, valued space
I'll break all the strings and calluses to see your face
because all the happy things come back to you

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