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It was Don Delillo, whiskey, me
And a blinking midnight clock
Speakers on a tv stand
Just a turntable to watch
And the smoke came out our mouths
On all those hooded sweatshirt walks
We were a stroke of luck
We were a goldmine and they gutted us
And from the sidelines
You see me run
Until I’m out of breath
Living the good life
I left for dead
The sorrowful midwest
Well, I did my best
To keep my head
It was grass stained jeans and incompletes
And a girl from class to touch
But you think about yourself too much
And you ruin who you love
Well, all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom
Let’s have a nice clean cut
Like a bag we buy and divvy up
And from the sidelines
I see you run
Until you're out of breath.
And all those white lines that sped us up
We hurry to our death
Well, I lagged behind
So you got ahead
number one. there's you. by default you are always number one.
i think you like me again. you are the one who keeps be believing
i'm an artist. no one will ever feel as i did about you. you will never
feel like i did. and i will never feel like that again. thank god. this ...
situation works for us. we talk. it's fine. it's enough. it's going to have
to be enough.
number two.
the way we met is so weird. i sometimes think you aren't real. you
have all the components of a hallucination. i rarely see you. nobody
ever seems to want to talk about you. you live out exaggeratedly the
emotions and things i hide. we are like gasoline and matches when we
talk. there's so much i'll never understand about you. i hope i get inside
your head. i want to be there.
number three.
you are unnatainable, and this is unrequited. i am merciless. i am weak in
the knees. i get so mad thinking about the situation. i've never gotten more
then a double take from you. you make me wonder if it's ture thast there's
one person who is absolutly perfect for you out there, but what if you never
meet them? ... what if we never know each other?
number four.
i really liked you. we had so much fun for the short time that it lasted. at that
point i wasn't ready to admit that i had feelings for you. i'm sorry it never worked
out, because i think something could have actually come from us. i'm glad that
we are friends though.
number five.
never has anyone confused me so much. i asked myself what was wrong with me.
i asked my friends what was wrong with me. you are so nice, and so fun, and so
cute, and yet ... what did i ever do? i mean besides the obvious that we're complete
opposites, you're the boy my dad wants me to marry, and i'm the girl your mother
tells you to stay away from. sometimes i think all it would take for me to change is
a reason to change. and you could be the reason.
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