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so you're gone. gone home for a month. and you say we'll talk (but maybe only in passing in the hall) and maybe you'll call (don't forget me, my love). i miss you already. and you left before i could tell you i love you one last time. and so you've packed your life up in two small bags and carried yourself to another land. one where i don't exist to anyone or anything but you and your mind..i'm lonely already. one more week till christmas..i'm guessing santa isn't bringing me what i really want this year. you. yes you, always you. it's only you, beautiful, or i don't want anyone. if i can choose, it's only you.. i'm trying not to cry over you, over this. it's only a month, right? and still, what claims do i have to your heart? she had you first, she'll always have you.
the sky is gray and gloomy. i feel like the sky.
i just woke up. i have bedhead.
i love you, Goober Cootiehiney.
[you know it's something good when i want to make you things]
the sky is gray and gloomy. i feel like the sky.
i just woke up. i have bedhead.
i love you, Goober Cootiehiney.
[you know it's something good when i want to make you things]