my raw hands are so cold | 1 |
the skin's freezing in little pieces | 2 |
to the blue plastic bench in the park, where i sit. | 3 |
and id wrap them up, | 4 |
but i left my gloves on the cheap seats in your car | 5 |
for the next time we were together | 6 |
which apparently, wont be until its 80 degrees | 7 |
in this december | 8 |
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my raw hands are so cold | 10 |
the skin's freezing in little pieces | 11 |
to the blue plastic bench in the park, where i wait. | 12 |
for the bus to pull up, take me to a destination | 13 |
id rather not be. places with memories | 14 |
id prefer to forget. but I know Ill get on anyways | 15 |
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Look out the window and see that time we went for a picnic. | 16 |
you forgot the blanket; i misplaced the food. | 17 |
and by the end the grass stains on our legs made us laugh. | 18 |
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It'll take me past the dairy shop on the corner, | 19 |
and i'll be calling you at two a.m., crying | 20 |
youll take me out for ice cream; demand more sprinkles | 21 |
and when i lose my cone we'll go back for another. | 22 |
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And I know my bus will have to go by the street | 23 |
where I watched my dog get shot, and bleed out | 24 |
because no one would come, and your cell was off | 25 |
when you finally arrived I was mopping his life off the cobbled road | 26 |
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I'd like to forget, but here I am bringing it all up | 27 |
before the bus even arrives. | 28 |
the aching of my fingers reminds me. | 29 |
and id wrap them, | 30 |
but i left my gloves on the cheap seats in your car | 31 |
for the next time we were together | 32 |
which apparently, wont be until its 80 degrees | 33 |
in this east coast december | 34 |