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Jul 01, 2005 01:57

words won't cover your tracks.
on the run. fleeting fast.

by now, my colors are strolling into eachother
ashen like your eyes, atlast.
if i had a dime for every apology you've sputtered.
i'd be two nickels short of any vindication.

it's only the truth, love.
(you're only a lie, love.)

common courtesy is a blow to the chest and a few years away.
[ my departure is a missed memory and a few years away ]

Do you think you know what you're missing?
I wonder what we're missing.
What was missing?

Thanks for giving me the lack of confidence i've been needing
(to write what i'm writing)

You say "It's the end of the road for us..."
I put sugar in the gas tank, and the spare is flat.

There's no fun in a surprise anyway.
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