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i've been thinking a lot lately. about everything. in a good way. not overthinking. just thinking. and figuring things out about myself. it is so wonderful.
i really like talking. sitting somewhere nice. or anywhere really. with someone i know. or want to know more. and just talking.
it's 4:21 AM.
i'm not an insomniac. it's not that i can't sleep. it's just that i don't want to.
in a half hour i'm going to go somewhere and watch the sun rise. probably alone, but hopefully not.
step out the front door like a ghost
into a fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white
in between the moon and you angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
i walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
where? i dunno
maria says she's dying through the door i hear her crying
why? i dont know
rooouuuund here
we always stand up straight
round here
something radiates
maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looked like elvis
and she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
she parks her car outside my house and takes her clothes off and says she's close to understanding jesus
she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
beautiful.
i really like talking. sitting somewhere nice. or anywhere really. with someone i know. or want to know more. and just talking.
it's 4:21 AM.
i'm not an insomniac. it's not that i can't sleep. it's just that i don't want to.
in a half hour i'm going to go somewhere and watch the sun rise. probably alone, but hopefully not.
step out the front door like a ghost
into a fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white
in between the moon and you angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
i walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
where? i dunno
maria says she's dying through the door i hear her crying
why? i dont know
rooouuuund here
we always stand up straight
round here
something radiates
maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looked like elvis
and she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
she parks her car outside my house and takes her clothes off and says she's close to understanding jesus
she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
beautiful.