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"is it raining in elgin?"
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so you're gone again and i wish you weren't. now i have this girl who loves me so much i cant stand to be away from her, but still, maybe i just wish that you and him would come back and life would be just that much brighter.
and i find myself listening to songs that remind me of you. and i find myself remembering nights with him before you. and i find myself drinking maybe too much. and i find myself wishing he married you and moved back here. and i finally rest my head from all these insecurities and think that yeah, you probably won't understand, but i think a lot of wrong things are beautiful and i think a lot of pretty things are disgusting.
i know i may get overly sentimental and that maybe in the morning when i think about all the bad shit that ever happened to me, i will just smile for being in a world where i have such great friends and such a great love.
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a leaf apart from tree
a summer that can never be
falls swiftly to the ground
doesn't make a sound
and those who left it bare
will dig right under there
and know that what they had
was special and be glad
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forgetting pretenses and failures for a minute: why does it hurt so much? why do i smile and pretend that nothing ever happened. (why do i smile when i want to scream?)
why do i stay when i want to leave?
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(why do i love you when you just hurt me?)
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"i don't know i just woke up."
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..
.
...
so you're gone again and i wish you weren't. now i have this girl who loves me so much i cant stand to be away from her, but still, maybe i just wish that you and him would come back and life would be just that much brighter.
and i find myself listening to songs that remind me of you. and i find myself remembering nights with him before you. and i find myself drinking maybe too much. and i find myself wishing he married you and moved back here. and i finally rest my head from all these insecurities and think that yeah, you probably won't understand, but i think a lot of wrong things are beautiful and i think a lot of pretty things are disgusting.
i know i may get overly sentimental and that maybe in the morning when i think about all the bad shit that ever happened to me, i will just smile for being in a world where i have such great friends and such a great love.
...
a leaf apart from tree
a summer that can never be
falls swiftly to the ground
doesn't make a sound
and those who left it bare
will dig right under there
and know that what they had
was special and be glad
...
forgetting pretenses and failures for a minute: why does it hurt so much? why do i smile and pretend that nothing ever happened. (why do i smile when i want to scream?)
why do i stay when i want to leave?
...
(why do i love you when you just hurt me?)
...
"i don't know i just woke up."
...
..
.