If it was 10 degrees warmer
I would take a midnight walk
To the corners of the city
And weep silently
If it was 5 degrees warmer
I would take a midnight run
To the edge of town
And profess my want of your touch
If it was 5 degrees colder
My legs would buckle
And my I would crumble down
From my beating heart
But this is the temperature I know
So I don't walk to ease my fears
I don't run to greet your lovely face
And I don't fall under the weight of my world
Instead I keep true to home and stay
On the edge of emotion
Swallowing my tears
Waiting for something to topple over
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
If it was 10 degrees warmer
I would take a midnight walk
To the corners of the city
And weep silently
If it was 5 degrees warmer
I would take a midnight run
To the edge of town
And profess my want of your touch
If it was 5 degrees colder
My legs would buckle
And my I would crumble down
From my beating heart
But this is the temperature I know
So I don't walk to ease my fears
I don't run to greet your lovely face
And I don't fall under the weight of my world
Instead I keep true to home and stay
On the edge of emotion
Swallowing my tears
Waiting for something to topple over
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