We’re miles apart but I still feel you next to me.
We both have our scars
but we can play show and tell all night
‘till I’ve kissed you clean.
So put on that blue dress
And meet me under the ballpark lights
because we’re one hell of a hot mess.
I’ll rub your back,
you’ll scream my name,
and we’ll leave a trail of
empty bottles and broken
glasses in our wake.
When it’s all said and done
and the rain is coming down
I’ll be holding you close
as Morrissey sings you to sleep.
So tonight when you dream,
dream of me and remember
There is a light that never goes out.
Friday, June 26, 2009
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