meandering - funny how i can even find the words
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Monday, April 18, 2005
im not worth the risk
but i made it to your list
of things you can look back on
with no regrets
you made it to my list too
but in a different category
a gold medal just for you
i keep it in my pocket
folded up here on my left
you know you kissed me there?
and i remember how you feel
the taste of you
i can see you, eyes open or closed
i can feel you without you in my arms
im sure i pressed pause
but everything keeps trying to run
i tried to put you away
so i can move on
like you have moved on
when you open your eyes
you see somebody else
somebody so familar
you know her inside and out
i know im outside looking in
i try not to close my eyes anymore
but i see you anyway
you've taken permanent residency in my head
with a holiday home in my heart
