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Klaus Marie
Last night I pressed my forehead against the most northern facing window in my home, and I squinted as hard as I could and looked out as far as I could see, but there still wasn't you. And you know my car still smells of you, I drove home from Shawnee wasted on your scent. Dreaming of kissing on the interstate and passing out on power grids. And I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted. I'm all I've got to give and I know sometimes it's not enough, but the more I think of you, the more I want to be. You know the picture you drew still hangs on my wall, and the week you were here still dances on my bedroom floor. I can't wait, spring will be here soon and the moon will glow a yellow shade of blue. And now I'm waiting for tomorrow's moon so I can see you again.
Last night I pressed my forehead against the most northern facing window in my home, and I squinted as hard as I could and looked out as far as I could see, but there still wasn't you. And you know my car still smells of you, I drove home from Shawnee wasted on your scent. Dreaming of kissing on the interstate and passing out on power grids. And I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted. I'm all I've got to give and I know sometimes it's not enough, but the more I think of you, the more I want to be. You know the picture you drew still hangs on my wall, and the week you were here still dances on my bedroom floor. I can't wait, spring will be here soon and the moon will glow a yellow shade of blue. And now I'm waiting for tomorrow's moon so I can see you again.