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Saturday, April 19, 2008

more music.

Well I’m back in the moment where I belong
It turns out four years was four years too long, It’s over
And I’m over it

Well she sang me the song that I wrote for her
Then she said I like the tune, but not the words, It’s over
And I’m over it

You collected the moments I threw away
Said to yourself he’s gonna want them back the day It’s over
And he’s over it

Friends let’s drink ‘til our hearts break open
And our hands feel empty, though they’re full
All the time

It’s so nice in here
I’m so glad you’re here
Can we just stay here all the time?

Walk me home we’ll watch the sun come up
Don’t leave me alone ‘cause I’ve been left enough
It’s over
I’ll get over it

Friends, let’s drink to my indiscretions
I woke up with a number and a name
That I don’t want
That I won’t use again
But would you proofread any messages I send
‘Till it’s over and I’m over it?


- christhile of the punch.

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