January 15, 2011
If I call, don't answer.
I don't want to speak,
Just want to know I can.
If I knock on your door,
Meet me around the corner.
I don't want to come in and sit
While your mother naps
And your sisters play.
And we've never really just sat at all,
So follow three steps behind
And watch my back for me.
I'll run out of breath
And tell you everything
And collapse.
We never really just laid on the floor and listened.
I thought it was funny
That when we got up from the floor
You changed the station
To what everyone else listens to.
I always thought we were different.
Just me.

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