Friday, September 2, 2011


fourteen months and seven days ago
i know you know how we felt about that night
just your skin against the window
but we took it slow and we both know

if only it were me instead of (him)
it should have been me instead of (him)
in the dark.

[i always end up feeling cheated]

can you promise me that this was right
don't throw it all away

can you do all these things
will you do all these things
like we used to.

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