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does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
and does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?
does he know that place below your neck that's your favorite to be touched?
and does he cry through broken sentences and i love you far too much?
does he lay awake listening to your breath, worried you smoke too many ciggarettes?
is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
for every speck of tile there's a thousand more.
you won't ever see but must hold inside yourself eternally.
well i drug you ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
in every city memories would whisper, here's where you rest.
i was determined in chicago but i dug my teeth into my knees,
so i settled for a telephone sang it to your machine, you are my sunshine my only sunshine
and i kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her
she had eyes bright enough to burn me they reminded me of yours.
and in a story told she was a little girl in a red roofed sun bruised field and there were rows of red tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
and rolls like thunder clapped under our hands,
and stretched for centuries to diary entries and where i roam.
you make me happy oh when skies are gray.
you make me happy oh when skies are gray and gray and gray.
well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with hands stretched toward the calendar hanging itself, but i will not weep for those dying days.
for all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed,
and they found me here and pulled me from the grass where i was laid.
The change in weather makes me lonely.
Can't wait to be home.
and does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?
does he know that place below your neck that's your favorite to be touched?
and does he cry through broken sentences and i love you far too much?
does he lay awake listening to your breath, worried you smoke too many ciggarettes?
is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
for every speck of tile there's a thousand more.
you won't ever see but must hold inside yourself eternally.
well i drug you ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
in every city memories would whisper, here's where you rest.
i was determined in chicago but i dug my teeth into my knees,
so i settled for a telephone sang it to your machine, you are my sunshine my only sunshine
and i kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her
she had eyes bright enough to burn me they reminded me of yours.
and in a story told she was a little girl in a red roofed sun bruised field and there were rows of red tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
and rolls like thunder clapped under our hands,
and stretched for centuries to diary entries and where i roam.
you make me happy oh when skies are gray.
you make me happy oh when skies are gray and gray and gray.
well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with hands stretched toward the calendar hanging itself, but i will not weep for those dying days.
for all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed,
and they found me here and pulled me from the grass where i was laid.
The change in weather makes me lonely.
Can't wait to be home.