2010-01-19

Winter

I should know who I am by now
I walk, the record stands somehow
Thinking of winter

Your name is the splinter inside me
While I wait
And I remember the sound
Of your November downtown
And I remember the truth
A warm December with you
But I don't have to make this mistake
And I don't have to stay this way
If only I would wake

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