meandering - funny how i can even find the words
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Sunday, April 24, 2005
i have no home
no where to go to
i have no place to go
i really wish i had some keys
a set that just belonged to me
i wish i had a place to go
somebody to come back home to
fall asleep with on his chest
in our home
and you would play
songs on your guitar
and we would keep
sugar, tea, coffee in jars
in the kitchen
in our home
in our home
in our home
we've done all the redecorating
we've started an account for savings
everthing is in both of our names
we dont ever want to go our seperate ways
