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alice-dmitriov
alice-dmitriov
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There’s a pink scarf that hangs out of the Window of your car Creating a mystery that no one fully understands And we all know you’re broken You’re like that window that we pieced Back together last year with bits of glass and cardboard and duct tape During the winter and it was cold But you’re not that cold There’s a golden ring that stays off of your hand And I pretend it doesn’t hurt that you don’t wear it Though I don’t get why you won’t just give in to it And I know that you’re lonely You’re like that tree that we planted by the old folks home Two months ago When we just planted it away from the others to see If trees could feel relationships or closeness Even though people don’t seem to be able to And you’re tired and broken and lonely And life can be a ten foot mud hole sometimes The kind that they use to trap animals in India But humans aren’t animals We understand that we are stuck and alone There’s a part of you that’s always out of reach Always just a little too much of a stretch For me to try to grasp And you’ve told me before that I should just take The leap and try to trust That you’ll be there when I fall But you owe me nothing because remember We’re not together Every time I see you drive by I remember that the pink scarf belongs to That someone else And that ring won’t be worn Because you belong To that someone else And I just wish that you’d let me meet that someone else So I could know why her, not me And I know I’m not the one to judge you Or try to change things You blame me for what happened, don’t you I know I understand that because I blame myself too But I know there’s got to be a part of you that still wonders Sometimes about what would have happened If you’d just kept the ring And kept the ******* scarf out of the picture It’s like I’m trying to put a puzzle together But half of the pieces are missing Well, I guess they never showed up In the first place And I’ve tried to decide What she must have that I don’t But I can’t put a face to anything And the name doesn’t ring a bell Because you’ve never told me her name And I’m tired of irony And I’m starting to wonder Why you won’t answer your phone And why you won’t give me a call Or why you ignore me when I see you Or why you can’t seem to get over it Did you know that the wind blew the cardboard Right off of the window that night And the lonely tree was pulled out this week And I’m staring at nothing and beginning to wonder If maybe you really are that cold
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
alice-dmitriov
**** scarf.
There’s a pink scarf that hangs out of the Window of your car Creating a mystery that no one fully understands And we all know you’re broken You’re like that window that we pieced Back together last year with bits of glass and cardboard and duct tape During the winter and it was cold But you’re not that cold There’s a golden ring that stays off of your hand And I pretend it doesn’t hurt that you don’t wear it Though I don’t get why you won’t just give in to it And I know that you’re lonely You’re like that tree that we planted by the old folks home Two months ago When we just planted it away from the others to see If trees could feel relationships or closeness Even though people don’t seem to be able to And you’re tired and broken and lonely And life can be a ten foot mud hole sometimes The kind that they use to trap animals in India But humans aren’t animals We understand that we are stuck and alone There’s a part of you that’s always out of reach Always just a little too much of a stretch For me to try to grasp And you’ve told me before that I should just take The leap and try to trust That you’ll be there when I fall But you owe me nothing because remember We’re not together Every time I see you drive by I remember that the pink scarf belongs to That someone else And that ring won’t be worn Because you belong To that someone else And I just wish that you’d let me meet that someone else So I could know why her, not me And I know I’m not the one to judge you Or try to change things You blame me for what happened, don’t you I know I understand that because I blame myself too But I know there’s got to be a part of you that still wonders Sometimes about what would have happened If you’d just kept the ring And kept the ******* scarf out of the picture It’s like I’m trying to put a puzzle together But half of the pieces are missing Well, I guess they never showed up In the first place And I’ve tried to decide What she must have that I don’t But I can’t put a face to anything And the name doesn’t ring a bell Because you’ve never told me her name And I’m tired of irony And I’m starting to wonder Why you won’t answer your phone And why you won’t give me a call Or why you ignore me when I see you Or why you can’t seem to get over it Did you know that the wind blew the cardboard Right off of the window that night And the lonely tree was pulled out this week And I’m staring at nothing and beginning to wonder If maybe you really are that cold
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swagger in wear your pretty shiny ****** tiny fifty cent shoes should you walk or strut? flash that smile you're that **** hot can not walk out girl what's in the dark behind you? rolled up sleeves you are soothing lips finger tips won't you come and play hear the music all around? seeing stars i've been feeling ill looks can **** don't you leave now are those gems dripping from your tongue? this night's end now i'm swirling round up and down to the ground dead ashes, ashes, will you fall with me? i can hear you you rant fighting stance i can't steal your glance this dance has second chance written all over it from your lilting lashes to your strutting shoes won't you come play?
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
alice-dmitriov
Sapphire
swagger in wear your pretty shiny ****** tiny fifty cent shoes should you walk or strut? flash that smile you're that **** hot can not walk out girl what's in the dark behind you? rolled up sleeves you are soothing lips finger tips won't you come and play hear the music all around? seeing stars i've been feeling ill looks can **** don't you leave now are those gems dripping from your tongue? this night's end now i'm swirling round up and down to the ground dead ashes, ashes, will you fall with me? i can hear you you rant fighting stance i can't steal your glance this dance has second chance written all over it from your lilting lashes to your strutting shoes won't you come play?
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