I want to go back in time with you to when everyone traveled by trains
I want to give you things to which you can look forward
And I can still use your light to read by
But I can't use your feet to keep my feet warm
Don't be upset
And I will try not to be upset
I want to marry you
Or leave something of mine at your house for a long time
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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I don't remember how this got from my notebook to my computer
i guess it wanted to be there.
you know something's actually happening when your personal stuff ends up at their house more than once or twice. strange forms of trust.
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