He closes out the forever heat of California out of his room the same way he shuts her out
She pulls down the blinds for her basement window well so that the Chicago lights are blocked
He brushes his teeth just so he can make another *** of coffee for the sleepless night ahead
She wipes off the day's daily mask that she hides under so her flaws are perfected
He sips his coffee to an indie melody while gazing over college books just so he can forget the day after
She stirs her two cups of pure honey in a cup of tea while she studies high school level subjects
He sits there memorialized by the next tune that was shuffled to play over his iPod speakers
She sits there in a trance by the lyrics of an American post-hardcore band from San Diego, California
He washes his hands after and remembers how lonely one right and left hand must be
She washes her tea cup and remembers how lonely one tossed away teabag must be
He climbs into bed and looks over to the empty space where he falls asleep
She crawls into bed and looks over to the empty space where she wish he was
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
He closes out the forever heat of California out of his room the same way he shuts her out
She pulls down the blinds for her basement window well so that the Chicago lights are blocked
He brushes his teeth just so he can make another *** of coffee for the sleepless night ahead
She wipes off the day's daily mask that she hides under so her flaws are perfected
He sips his coffee to an indie melody while gazing over college books just so he can forget the day after
She stirs her two cups of pure honey in a cup of tea while she studies high school level subjects
He sits there memorialized by the next tune that was shuffled to play over his iPod speakers
She sits there in a trance by the lyrics of an American post-hardcore band from San Diego, California
He washes his hands after and remembers how lonely one right and left hand must be
She washes her tea cup and remembers how lonely one tossed away teabag must be
He climbs into bed and looks over to the empty space where he falls asleep
She crawls into bed and looks over to the empty space where she wish he was
"I don't even know what our relationship is anymore. And honestly I don't mind. Cause if you're still by my side I'll be happy".
"Happy Paige is good".
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