Well, I don't know what's worse:
to change when you're not
It's the feeling I get
When I see my own breath,
Every time you speak
a stream of bullshit fall to the
12:09
The train to Trenton's right on time
but I'm still waiting
Waves of promise
are spilling over
out of the cauldron that
you
Chances always arriving,
passing by like cars in the distance
Takes me
He whispers softly into her ear,
says all the things
the time has come
to close the door behind you and
Long Island sun
It wakes me up,
sneaks from the east into
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