Friday, July 24, 2009

wait for me while i grab another bottle

i wish you would stop saying you wish you had me.
truth is you already do.
and even though you're with him, making pretty nights and lovely mornings, i'm still going to sit in my empty room with my cigrettes, my bottle and my guitar and sing to you.
even though your not here to hear it, i know you'll come through.
truth be told: i love you.

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