It's a magazine on an unmade bed
And a broken pair of shoes
Endless days of don't go home
Thunder in the afternoon
It's a freezing bath at 3am
And the meal you couldn't eat
The sudden truth that struck you blind
And the sickness of deceit
It's the clothes you thought you'd thrown away
And the job you couldn't start
The light left on inside the house
When you thought the house was dark
It's the distant line of snow-kissed trees
And the sobs that rack your chest
It's the deathly hush that greets you
When you wake already dressed
It's a bridal march and cherish set
And a recognition truce
It's a summer drive in someone's car
Your best laid plans cut loose
And how can you miss me if I don't go away?
How can you hit me if I'm not in your way?
i like it :)
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