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remember when we used to make up excuses to be alone together, and we'd drive around in your car. you used to put you hand on my leg and kiss me at the stoplights. remember all the times we stayed up all night in that empty apartment. i cleaned up everything while i was waiting for you, you came back and got mad me, you told me you loved me. we stayed up all night and sat up against the wall on separate sides of the room. i talked bright eyes lyrics to you all night but i didn't tell you it was bright eyes. remember, i said i would recite monologues to you and you told me you liked it? you kept wanting to hear more. remember when you almost got in a wreck because you were looking at my face and i had to yell your name. well i want one of the ones like you, but only the you when things were good. things get bad so quickly now. you know, one of the good ones. one of the ones with blue eyes, the kind that seem as if all the joy from everything has sunk into them and made them so blue and so genuine. one of the ones who calls you baby and sings you songs and laughs at your jokes. one that has all the good things, the things you love about everyone you've ever known and none of the things you hated. one of the ones who doesn't care you keep them up all night, or that you wake them up early to tell them about your dreams or just to hear their voice. one of the ones who means that they love you and actually thinks you're amazing. one of the ones who will talk to you, who will understand you, who will kiss your forehead and watch you sleep. one of the ones you're not ashamed of and who isn't ashamed of you. one of the ones who will share cigarettes in bed with you and stay in with you all night. you know, one of those ones we've always wanted. like the ones who doesn't seem to exist. i wish he called me baby, the way you used to.