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If you were a city, I’d drive through your streets looking for somewhere to sleep. People walk by; in their faces, I see you, but your body is no longer here. I am within you, but I cannot touch you I’ve missed you for thousands of years. I drive through the darkness, and it’s cold as hell, but there’s nowhere that I’d rather be; because there’s nothing quite like missing you. If you were a city, you’d be best represented by the lights that shine overhead. They turn on and off as I pass by each one, somehow you’re still lighting my way. I pull off and park right where you meant me too. Some rich part where no one will care. I turn off the engine, and climb in the back of my ******* Honda sedan. But there’s nowhere I’d rather be. Because there’s nothing... quite like... missing... I am within you But we cannot touch You are within me But we cannot touch I am within you But we cannot touch You are within me But we cannot touch I am within you But we cannot touch You are within me But we cannot touch I am within you But we cannot touch You are within me But we cannot touch But I’ll keep driving these streets every night, because we’ll be... together... someday. Because somehow... we’ll be... together—
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
There is Nothing Quite Like Missing You.
If you were a city, I’d drive through your streets looking for somewhere to sleep. People walk by; in their faces, I see you, but your body is no longer here. I am within you, but I cannot touch you I’ve missed you for thousands of years. I drive through the darkness, and it’s cold as hell, but there’s nowhere that I’d rather be; because there’s nothing quite like missing you. If you were a city, you’d be best represented by the lights that shine overhead. They turn on and off as I pass by each one, somehow you’re still lighting my way. I pull off and park right where you meant me too. Some rich part where no one will care. I turn off the engine, and climb in the back of my ******* Honda sedan. But there’s nowhere I’d rather be. Because there’s nothing... quite like... missing... I am within you But we cannot touch You are within me But we cannot touch I am within you But we cannot touch You are within me But we cannot touch I am within you But we cannot touch You are within me But we cannot touch I am within you But we cannot touch You are within me But we cannot touch But I’ll keep driving these streets every night, because we’ll be... together... someday. Because somehow... we’ll be... together—
This has a melody.
#missing#you#love#life#death#distance
RichardCory
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RichardCory
25/Brooklyn, NY
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
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