it wasn't really that cold
but i pretended
and you went along
so you turned all the lights out
in the house
and came to bed
and after,
you had fallen asleep
and i got up...
the floors creaked
and it was so god **** cold
my feet ached
and i got up
to write
and listened to sad records
and pulled on my sweater
and wrote nothing
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 2:56 AM UTC
it wasn't really that cold
but i pretended
and you went along
so you turned all the lights out
in the house
and came to bed
and after,
you had fallen asleep
and i got up...
the floors creaked
and it was so god **** cold
my feet ached
and i got up
to write
and listened to sad records
and pulled on my sweater
and wrote nothing
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