I got on the go-away train
The same one I wished on while you were gone
My bags all packed for the plane
One last hope left in the side pocket
A hope you might not let me go
Squished between my toothbrush and t-shirts
But we both listened to the whistle blow
And you watched the go-away train take me
How could you let there be oceans between us?
When I can barely stand a centimetre
Why, when you just sit there motionless,
Do I have to crawl the earth to keep up with you?
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 8:34 PM UTC
I got on the go-away train
The same one I wished on while you were gone
My bags all packed for the plane
One last hope left in the side pocket
A hope you might not let me go
Squished between my toothbrush and t-shirts
But we both listened to the whistle blow
And you watched the go-away train take me
How could you let there be oceans between us?
When I can barely stand a centimetre
Why, when you just sit there motionless,
Do I have to crawl the earth to keep up with you?
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