Drawing lines and dying somewhere with our
legs between them,
I can hardly remember you
With your anxious subtle reasoning.
It was the other day I caught a glimpse of
someone I knew,
And she reminded me of you.
Speculatively, I thought she was what you
would be...a little of the past, a little new
And even now that I'm closest to the truth.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
Drawing lines and dying somewhere with our
legs between them,
I can hardly remember you
With your anxious subtle reasoning.
It was the other day I caught a glimpse of
someone I knew,
And she reminded me of you.
Speculatively, I thought she was what you
would be...a little of the past, a little new
And even now that I'm closest to the truth.
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