It's 2 a.m.
and like clockwork,
here you are waltzing right in
to my mind as if it's free
as if you've paid rent, as if the
door is only open to you.
well all i can say is, come on in,
would you like a glass of water?
maybe something stronger?
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 8:31 PM UTC
It's 2 a.m.
and like clockwork,
here you are waltzing right in
to my mind as if it's free
as if you've paid rent, as if the
door is only open to you.
well all i can say is, come on in,
would you like a glass of water?
maybe something stronger?
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