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600 Miles

You'll weave pretty futures for us --

Promises you'll never keep,

Plans you'll never even attempt...

And I know it.

 

I'll stare at you and smile.

 

You'll decorate our tomorrows,

With dollar signs,

And wedding rings,

And a house where we can live.

Empty, empty...

And I know it.

 

I'll stare at you and smile.

 

You'll pack a bowl for us to smoke with your father.

We'll promise to watch television with your mother.

We'll pretend to make dinner plans with your sister.

We'll never leave your room.

And I know it.

 

I'll stare at you and smile.

 

You'll say how well you know me.

You'll claim how much you love me.

You'll try to read my thoughts.

You'll fail.

And I know it.

 

I'll stare at you and smile.

 

I don't have to travel 600 miles,

to know how this story ends.

I'm a better

liar

than I ever imagined.

 

I'll just stare at you and smile.

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Jan 2, 2011
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© January 3rd, 2011 Moriah Jean

Dedicated to absolutely nothing and written for absolutely no one.

You know who you are.

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