The man in apartment seven
misspells his own last name
he eats onion bread with olive oil
and he doesn't mind the rain
The man in apartment seven
hears music constantly
he hums during conversations
and sings when his time is free
The man in apartment seven
is the truest man I know
his brown eyes tell a story
that few would ever show
The man in apartment seven
and I live with the same curse
where mania and sadness
both act as our traverse
But he has found a way, somehow
to love life, not just cope
his smile and understanding
daily, give me hope
When we walk home together
I wish we lived miles away
because there's no one else
who can make me feel this way
The man in apartment seven
is not just the boy next door
without a doubt, he is the one
I would do anything for.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
The man in apartment seven
misspells his own last name
he eats onion bread with olive oil
and he doesn't mind the rain
The man in apartment seven
hears music constantly
he hums during conversations
and sings when his time is free
The man in apartment seven
is the truest man I know
his brown eyes tell a story
that few would ever show
The man in apartment seven
and I live with the same curse
where mania and sadness
both act as our traverse
But he has found a way, somehow
to love life, not just cope
his smile and understanding
daily, give me hope
When we walk home together
I wish we lived miles away
because there's no one else
who can make me feel this way
The man in apartment seven
is not just the boy next door
without a doubt, he is the one
I would do anything for.
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