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This empty bed, Only reminds me where you're not. It reminds me where you are. And that you're not here. These songs remind me of us. When we rapped them together, Or when we danced in the parking lot, To Jack Johnson. This pizza reminds me of you, Because we only eat it together. And it makes me sick. So I leave it be. This game reminds me, Of when I tried to teach you to play. So I lay the controller down, And turn the tv off. Even writing this, Reminds me of you. But it helps get my mind off of it. But not really. This kitchen reminds me of you. And when we cooked dinner. Or when I made you pancakes, While you were in the shower. This shower reminds me of you. Because I love the way your hair looks, When you get out. And when we cleansed each other. This car reminds me of you. And all of the places we've been. Your house, mine... The hospital... This empty bed, Only reminds me of where you're not. It reminds me where you are. And that you're not here... So I sleep on the couch.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
This Empty Bed
This empty bed, Only reminds me where you're not. It reminds me where you are. And that you're not here. These songs remind me of us. When we rapped them together, Or when we danced in the parking lot, To Jack Johnson. This pizza reminds me of you, Because we only eat it together. And it makes me sick. So I leave it be. This game reminds me, Of when I tried to teach you to play. So I lay the controller down, And turn the tv off. Even writing this, Reminds me of you. But it helps get my mind off of it. But not really. This kitchen reminds me of you. And when we cooked dinner. Or when I made you pancakes, While you were in the shower. This shower reminds me of you. Because I love the way your hair looks, When you get out. And when we cleansed each other. This car reminds me of you. And all of the places we've been. Your house, mine... The hospital... This empty bed, Only reminds me of where you're not. It reminds me where you are. And that you're not here... So I sleep on the couch.
canaan-massie
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
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