I sat lying on a sofa
At a party in
My penthouse apartment
Drunk n ******
At 2am
And all I could think
Was how small these people were
And how you should be here with me
Endlessly
And how vast your mind
Back when I could explore it
And how great your thoughts
(Back when I could contemplate)
These people are too small
Pretty perhaps
Cute like children
But I can't connect with then
Connect with them
Like children
They're just
Too small.
And you were great.
I really miss that.
I really miss you sometimes,
When the small people disappoint me
I always knew I had something rare
But I never knew
You were more than rare
You were,
In the loud times as much as the quiet,
Irreplaceable.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
I sat lying on a sofa
At a party in
My penthouse apartment
Drunk n ******
At 2am
And all I could think
Was how small these people were
And how you should be here with me
Endlessly
And how vast your mind
Back when I could explore it
And how great your thoughts
(Back when I could contemplate)
These people are too small
Pretty perhaps
Cute like children
But I can't connect with then
Connect with them
Like children
They're just
Too small.
And you were great.
I really miss that.
I really miss you sometimes,
When the small people disappoint me
I always knew I had something rare
But I never knew
You were more than rare
You were,
In the loud times as much as the quiet,
Irreplaceable.
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