| I’ve been writing a lot or at least I’ve been trying to. I think it’s because you’ve been doing the same but my output doesn’t compare to words so eloquently pieced together. I can’t translate the input in the first place: I’ll pick up a pen and force a soliloquy of fragmented words mixed with the intention of cryptic feelings in poor penmanship and contrived ballpoint ink. | |
| I’ll drive down the all too familiar roads and highways with you in the passenger seat until our car runs out of gas. I know if we’re together, we’ll never find a home and that’s exactly what we’re never looking for: not in New England, and not anywhere. | |
| I’ll feel sequestered for the rest of my life | |
| because I don’t know any better, | |
| until you’ll come around again | |
| with words that make me feel some kind of worth. | |
| you'll decide to grow up, but I’m inherently going in reverse. |
| I' ve been writing a lot or at least I' ve been trying to. I think it' s because you' ve been doing the same but my output doesn' t compare to words so eloquently pieced together. I can' t translate the input in the first place: I' ll pick up a pen and force a soliloquy of fragmented words mixed with the intention of cryptic feelings in poor penmanship and contrived ballpoint ink. | |
| I' ll drive down the all too familiar roads and highways with you in the passenger seat until our car runs out of gas. I know if we' re together, we' ll never find a home and that' s exactly what we' re never looking for: not in New England, and not anywhere. | |
| I' ll feel sequestered for the rest of my life | |
| because I don' t know any better, | |
| until you' ll come around again | |
| with words that make me feel some kind of worth. | |
| you' ll decide to grow up, but I' m inherently going in reverse. |
| I' ve been writing a lot or at least I' ve been trying to. I think it' s because you' ve been doing the same but my output doesn' t compare to words so eloquently pieced together. I can' t translate the input in the first place: I' ll pick up a pen and force a soliloquy of fragmented words mixed with the intention of cryptic feelings in poor penmanship and contrived ballpoint ink. | |
| I' ll drive down the all too familiar roads and highways with you in the passenger seat until our car runs out of gas. I know if we' re together, we' ll never find a home and that' s exactly what we' re never looking for: not in New England, and not anywhere. | |
| I' ll feel sequestered for the rest of my life | |
| because I don' t know any better, | |
| until you' ll come around again | |
| with words that make me feel some kind of worth. | |
| you' ll decide to grow up, but I' m inherently going in reverse. |
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