You give this way more thought than it deserves
You say when I tell you about my fear of reajection
I wouldnt know better than to get scared
Cause since we met weve had this great connection
"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale!"
You say as I look up dreaming
I know better then to include the both of us
But I cant sleep...
When youre gone
And you say
"whats another day?"
This stage of oblivion I find comfortable
And prior to this I never spoke
You say you understand my bsence now
And why I never tell jokes
You know...
Whats another day?
When were already getting used to gray
Whats another day?
If inspiration grows out from this
Whats another day?
From silance is the next best thing to bliss
And were all getting used to hearing you say
You know...
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