| new city home it rained on my new city home for days i made a wish for more than what i've got i feel so dumb the way i'm never satisfied and how i never stop took back a wish for california blackmailed myself with my own mistrusted heart so that every time i want to write or maybe call, there are things you just don't know about no one sees me here the way i trace the streetlights around my room waiting for a change to see me through i was not free to just leave my hometown but i knew you wished that i would go it was the hard-curbed restraint of your stuttered good-bye that told me so. no one sees me here the way i trace the streetlights around my room waiting for a change to see me through (c) copyright 2002 scott haskitt |
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