*I want to run.
But not quite tomorrow,
I'd like to stay
In my pajamas,
Just a little while longer.
You've broken me open,
You've seen what's inside.
How does it fit,
What's within your head.
What you've left behind,
Filled with candy instead.
Broken that too I presume.*
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 3:25 AM UTC
*I want to run.
But not quite tomorrow,
I'd like to stay
In my pajamas,
Just a little while longer.
You've broken me open,
You've seen what's inside.
How does it fit,
What's within your head.
What you've left behind,
Filled with candy instead.
Broken that too I presume.*
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