I've spent so much time throwing rocks at your window
that I never even knocked on the front door
I walk by statues never even made one chip
but if I could leave a mark on the monument of the heart
I just might lay myself down
for a little more than I had the last day
Wait a time
to spare these lies we tell ourselves
These days have come and gone
But this time is sweeter than honey
Friday, October 3, 2008
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