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Must Have BeenYou were living with your best friend in some cramped old garage. We strugged to open the broken door and stumbled on in. The night was cool and breezy and full of smoke. You kicked everybody out so we could be alone. And we laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. I told you that you smell like you. And you told me that I smelled like me. Together we made a lasting impression upon your raggedy old couch. But we were just sitting and Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing. But it must have been a dream, Because you were holding me.Must Have Been
Three CigarettesA final thought and rest in a crowded storage room Vacumm with the devil, fly away with the broom. Its been four long days without that telephone ring And sadly you do not miss that thing. A lump in your throat and a cough so profound. Amusing how you feel it most when youre sitting down. And tonight there is no music. And tonight there are no lights. Tonight the magic has been ripped away before your very eyes. Do recovery and so you're torn to shreds. Paper pinatas dance above their heads. Box after box please continue to stack. And once the trThree Cigarettes
The Next CallPaced within the solitude of a beating heart, Her words echo into his ear, Shifting, swaying, softly portraying, His echo in the beat of her heart.The Next Call
She talks of her day, The cheap cafe, She recieved his flowers, And she waited all day, To talk to him tonight, For hours.
He spoke of his feelings transcending, Above the failure of decending, Where he'd gone, was at and has been, Called her 17 times between message sending, To hear her voice, On her answering machine.
Over a thousand miles apart, And yet he's talking into he
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The concrete paths that catch those few tears she cried, The drag that pulled her closer to the ground, Her school bag thats swings to and fro, Nudging her at the side, Until she turns towards the last place they stood together, To find he is no longer there.
She walked that path, They once walked together, But now he's gone...He's no longer there.
The trail of regret thickens, She finds it harder each day, To fight her way through it, Families stare through there windows, As she passes by. She wants to go back, but theres
This story is about...This is a story, Of a girl who slit her wrists. She cried a lot and, Threw her share of fits. Couldn’t have,This story is about...
The boy she wanted. By the others who disliked her, She was taunted. Waking in the morning, Crying because the day has come. Even willing to run away, Hitch hike, and be a bum. This story is about, A girl who had a beautiful personality. Petite and goofy, With a hint of bestiality. This girl has not yet bloomed, But she’s dying to get out. I hear her screaming, Silently, yet so loud. Friends are all she says she’s go
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