I’m sitting in the transit longue,
You’re waiting on the overpass,
Getting acquainted with the latest glossy magazine.

You’re wishing for some time to kill,
I’m drowning in the coffee mill,
The smell of every book you read and dress you wore.

I’m thankful for the time you take away.

You wrote the lyrics on my hands,
I matched the rhythm to your dance,
But I erased your name from every song I ever wrote.

The tunnel is an open door,
The tarmac is the ocean floor,
I’ll emerge tomorrow on another continent.

You’re still waiting on the call I promised yesterday.
I'm here to help

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ok, as usual pit is being very unhelpful except andychalmers, so im gonna go post this someplace else

And a master of storytelling...

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andychalmers102, that story is awesome.
Last edited by andychalmers102 at Feb 24, 2012,