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I saw your wife at the coffee shop You know the one I always talk about It's up East Main, la-la-la-left on Crane You should join us some time You do love your caffeine Your wife reads cook books Did you know that? I can't even fry an egg Green brown sunny side up or Unassumingly most usually down Even with her gray hairs, She looks younger without you around what a shame. Did you know that if I could find a reason, I'd slink out of my chair and I would say, "Nice to meet you, I don't believe I know your name." As I think about introducing myself It dawns on me, She probably knows who I am by now so that won't be necessary. Besides, nothing makes me feel like I'm wearing glass shoes more than you Honestly, Honey.. *I don't want to destroy the last page of the storybook you've written for yourself and what happiness I've found what teeny-weensy little bit.. suddenly meaningless.* I put the shoes back in her closet Woman's eight, half size too big Shut the light as I leave None of this ever belonged to me Not literally or figuratively Put the keys in the ignition and I'm home free
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
Honestly, Honey
I saw your wife at the coffee shop You know the one I always talk about It's up East Main, la-la-la-left on Crane You should join us some time You do love your caffeine Your wife reads cook books Did you know that? I can't even fry an egg Green brown sunny side up or Unassumingly most usually down Even with her gray hairs, She looks younger without you around what a shame. Did you know that if I could find a reason, I'd slink out of my chair and I would say, "Nice to meet you, I don't believe I know your name." As I think about introducing myself It dawns on me, She probably knows who I am by now so that won't be necessary. Besides, nothing makes me feel like I'm wearing glass shoes more than you Honestly, Honey.. *I don't want to destroy the last page of the storybook you've written for yourself and what happiness I've found what teeny-weensy little bit.. suddenly meaningless.* I put the shoes back in her closet Woman's eight, half size too big Shut the light as I leave None of this ever belonged to me Not literally or figuratively Put the keys in the ignition and I'm home free
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
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