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don't listen to anything i've said in the last 10 months.
...
counting backwards from one hundred
trying to reach zero fast
caught in times where i'd forgotten
who it was that loved me last
i just started to forget you
and it got easier with drink
now i've left that vice for others
now i've got plenty of time to think
...
waking up tired and sore, i dreamed at least twice about you and yours.
...
i reach zero before i'm able to say anything else. i close one hundred doors without opening a single window. i know that keeping silent will destroy me, but why don't i care?
why do i only care about you?
well, please, care about me too.
...
"i don't wanna live in new england anymore."
...
you it is
you
i remember you falling asleep over my lap
tiny eyelashes and your legs twitching
face in the moonlight just right
and warm enough for time to slow down
and its me
just me
alone at my desk recounting the hours
waiting for the sunrise and
hoping not to dream about ghosts
just cold enough to steel my will
and its us, just us, each others gods
to worship and to hold
us against our fears
anything to keep out the memory of pain
anything to keep us from turning out the same
...
..
.
...
counting backwards from one hundred
trying to reach zero fast
caught in times where i'd forgotten
who it was that loved me last
i just started to forget you
and it got easier with drink
now i've left that vice for others
now i've got plenty of time to think
...
waking up tired and sore, i dreamed at least twice about you and yours.
...
i reach zero before i'm able to say anything else. i close one hundred doors without opening a single window. i know that keeping silent will destroy me, but why don't i care?
why do i only care about you?
well, please, care about me too.
...
"i don't wanna live in new england anymore."
...
you it is
you
i remember you falling asleep over my lap
tiny eyelashes and your legs twitching
face in the moonlight just right
and warm enough for time to slow down
and its me
just me
alone at my desk recounting the hours
waiting for the sunrise and
hoping not to dream about ghosts
just cold enough to steel my will
and its us, just us, each others gods
to worship and to hold
us against our fears
anything to keep out the memory of pain
anything to keep us from turning out the same
...
..
.