You spend so much time thinking over the past, but I’d never blame you, I’ve been known to move on just a little too fast, we’re so good at faking. I’ve been sneaking glances through car windows on the freeway, one of these days, I won’t be so afraid of the faces all doing the same. If this is what you call love, well then I’ve had enough, the space between you and me weighs more than your company. He’s been gone so long; I just can’t understand your reasons for leaving, I always tried so hard just to be that man who could make you forget him, there’s a joke on both of us that’s buried somewhere near here. One of these days while you’re digging up graves, you’ll run across it and think of my name.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 14:43:33 +0000
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