shes all
I am the driver of my car
and the sun begins to grant you
warmth of four in the afternoon.
deaths dance is what i dream of but
i realize my age is coming soon.
Confused?
me too.
I can see your ghost haunting my passenger seat
with black eyes and beautiful black eyeliner
in my mind i see these pink checkered tiles and glass
block window installations
thinking that maybe our thing would be greek interior.
and we would live in this video age where you liked my music
and we played video games.
and life would be where it was when it died
I see the long sundown, and visions of you in this bright
warm afternoon
maybe sometime later in my life
if i get that far.
but hoping that i can count on you is getting to me
theres this day out there that another me has lived where
you are
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