| To me, the only thing left after a while was that night
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| we watched documentaries up through morning and then you kicked me out.
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| You opened up your screen door and threw me off the porch.
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| It was summer then and I drove home whistling muddy waters down the pike.
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| And that was that: our one sweet night together.
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| Under highway signs I watched our love start fluttering and dissipating.
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| I counted all the headlights to make sure I was all right.
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| Now I’m wondering is it me or is it me that can’t see silver linings?
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| So I fucked it up. |
| I watched you go.
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| I saw my hand not dialing the phone.
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| All I’m left to do is remember the dull room we sat in blue stream
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| light watching the strike of '59.
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| I dreamed of wrecking my underwear.
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| Oh can’t I touch your cheeks somewhere
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| under dirt filled rainy nights with my socks stuck in the mud?
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| Please come dive in puddles with me. |