You had a basement apartment We spent the days in the dark there Everything implied and perfect We made up our own secret language
With no word for goodbye A Remington Rand on your birthday Pages of games we've been playing
Letters of lost conversations You never think that I'm listening
Are you listening now? You're the center of the scenery
No matter where it's taken me It doesn't change when I'm not there I've got a suitcase and ticket I know you can see through the patterns There's just so little that matters
Returning and leaving but outside I can't wait to just sit still You invent for me a usefulness And I've started getting used to it
What I miss when I'm not there Another hope to die love song You're going to get yours before to long
If you need me look to find me Right here by your side Little black dots on paper
Connected in your name I float up off the sidewalk See you through a window Remember where to find me You can tell me not to miss you
From now on you won't have to If you need me look to find me Right here by your side.
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