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I Long For Our 2.5 Day Weekend
I wish every day was a Friday,
that seven-day repetition that
I no your walking through
my door, no looking back...
Were here all night a 2.5 fraction
of a week where theres just me
and you, just us....
Runing a 4.5 day missing you
to a weekend of just us
through the minutes to hours
to the where did this
The alram sounds, then the race
to the end of the weekned
starts,finishing as we count mistakes
of days that we catch on to a friday.
Your here now, were sorry I missed you,
but the weekend is ours..
no leaving, were just us, me and you.
I've missed more than just your body,
missing your breath on me,
but now were here in this moment,
long live every weekend when your next to me.
On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)
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