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Mar 03, 2008 - 09:48 AM PST

on those rainy days she sits, at her window sill and watches him
as he flies between the drops that fall from clouds
the same color as her walls
he turns and smiles and says i still cant sleep
not since we've laid in seperate beds
pour me some wine and drop me off in front
of any building that looks welcoming
cause i cant think, without your head pushing against me
and im sure to get lost in even the smallest city, without a sign
stapled to my chest that says, guide me
which is why around here they all point and stare
casue like a plastic bag dancing in the air
id be crushed under a bus, or filled with cans
without your hand