Sunday, June 22, 2008
Sit on the steps smoking till your neighbours come home.
Sit on the steps smoking till you come home.
And worry when you're late.
And be amazed when you're early.
I wonder who you are.
But I accept you anyway.
I tell you the worst in me.
And try to give you the best in me.
Answer your questions when I rather not.
And tell you the truth when I really don't want to.
Forget who I am.
Forget, forget. Somehow, somehow, somehow.
Still, I wonder who you are.
10:39 PM
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