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You sat across my room looking into my eyes, insecure and unsure.
Our only vision available from a 15 dollar lamp in the floor.
It’s 2:53 a.m. and neither of us have a clue of what we’re doing.
Above your head a picture of my savior, I’m starting to question what exactly I’m pursuing.
Next to your feet books and letters piled up from 16 years of confusion.
Dirty, worn out clothes all over the floor.
I can’t help but look around and think of perfection.
You’re a beautiful girl with a bright future,
But I’m wondering if this atmosphere is good enough anymore.
I need something to fill the silence,
But for once my tongue is all out of charm.
Your clothes begin to slip away.
Without realizing, mine begin to do the same.
More dirty, worn out clothes for these hardwood floors.
As we lay together , I let myself believe that this could last.
But I know I’m wrong, tomorrow this will be another page in my regrettable past.
The beat begins to grow, I’m forgetting all my cares, I feel us becoming one.
When daylight breaks, you’ll be gone, trying to forget what you’ve done.
I’ll be in the same place as before, where we forgot who were, and where I wanted more.
I’m sure you’ve moved on, forgotten all about me, chasing after your dreams in the big city breeze.
But I’m still in the same place as before, with all the things I had when you left me behind.
A cheap lamp.
A picture of Jesus.
Old books and letters.
More dirty, worn out clothes.
And a memory of a moment long forgotten in the breeze.





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