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[title] => The Distance Between Morris and Mountain is an Ocean
[time] => 2006-03-03 17:44:59
[hometext] => this is about an ex. unfortunately, somethings are kind of
[bodytext] => one thousand miles away, taste of tobacco and rewound memories. Late-winter chill makes my skin grow numb (like yours, my love) Oh, but it's getting warmer outside every day I'm getting warmer every day You've turned into something you hate i know because you told me so she was the friend you could never take need i even mention a name? (No need, my dear) you're a spitting image, the absolute same. You both die for arms to hold you at night whoever they may belong to this time you reach with all your might someday you'll feel alright The warnings signs blinked a brilliant red But you were too fast you're a ******* blur like a comet rocketing into his bed Sometimes I can't stand my own words you're the saddest story i've ever heard What makes this bearable, you still don't get it By the time you changed I couldn't exhale a sentence I've never been so glad so far out of town your eyes so blue and your soul so brown where is my old life? what is that sound? you can treat your life like a car crash but who will be there when the air bags collapse? I guess it doesn't really matter My life could be much sadder I could be a dead body sleeping next to another for comfort (Every night, baby) in an unknown place with an unknown face (Every night, baby) incapable of staying alone for just a minute to relax, maybe stay in bed (Yours is just as warm) enjoy the world and clear my aching head but that's not you, you'd rather be the dead body you were always the dead body you always need somebody You can treat your life like a car crash But who will be there when the windows smash? A goodbye kiss, they're face to face two pseudo-lovers in bed in a plastic embrace This is the end, off stage left, final bow Believe me when i tell you, my love the soup can't cure your sickness now Sometimes I can't stand my own words you're the saddest story I ever heard. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 298 [topic] => 34 [informant] => mypetmeatball [notes] => Read the Site Rules. Edited for Language by Moderator_15 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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