So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
well, i think i should sleep
but it's hard
when i know
i won't hear your voice
telling me goodnight
just minutes before
i fall asleep
and i still miss
that damn kitchen floor
though it's just around the corner
it's hard to explain
what i really feel
and what i think,
with written words
i guess it would be
easier
if we could talk
really talk
that's all i'm asking for
please call me,
someday (or night)
you know
i'll answer.
(i'm too drunk
i shouldn't write.)
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