I have this dream
Where my demons don't exist
You were there
Mowing the lawn of
A House With A White Picket Fence
It was awfully domestic
It made me hurt
To wish for something
I could never have
A House With A White Picket Fence
A little girl and a little boy
Ran out onto the deck
They look like you
Screams of joy
Playing together at
A House With A White Picket Fence
Sometimes
When our eyes meet
Across the room
You'll smile at me
And all I see is
A House With A White Picket Fence
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
I have this dream
Where my demons don't exist
You were there
Mowing the lawn of
A House With A White Picket Fence
It was awfully domestic
It made me hurt
To wish for something
I could never have
A House With A White Picket Fence
A little girl and a little boy
Ran out onto the deck
They look like you
Screams of joy
Playing together at
A House With A White Picket Fence
Sometimes
When our eyes meet
Across the room
You'll smile at me
And all I see is
A House With A White Picket Fence
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