I thank whatever you believe for those few extra moments we receive when we ask for more coffee and cream and a ticket but they postpone our leave so we giggle and bitch and promise we'll never come back and then my eyes begin to itch, but I won't remember that.
And a couple detours later and I'm dancing in the dark and for a few long moments I think a see a spark but it's just that same one that's in the threads of this damn shirt and on some stairs beside some screaming where I just wanna see you hurt and I pretend like you don't matter when actually you really don't, but to her you mean the world, and feel the same; I know you won't.
So give me something to grab onto and scars and lead me anywhere, because you can boss me around if it comes with respect and hair, because you want a fairytale love and a friend and I want something to do this weekend.
1.3.10
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