Thursday, March 4, 2010

03.04.10 the difference between

the difference between

it starts as a blow to my heart
i thought that we could drift like this
past the cities and their streets
the trash i built up just to keep
myself and everybody else just like me

i don't know the difference between
the words that we say
and the ones that we mean
we can stay until everyone's home
i like you with them
but i want you alone

somehow things always go wrong
until they go right
and we get along
i fight to break down the door
that you walked right through
like no one before

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