Sunday, June 13, 2010

Below the Beams by Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

first things first

(first) thing to do:
get rid

of all the clothes
(that)

remind me of you.
difficult,

because

that's like
trying to breathe

(without)

reminding yourself
of

the air...

i see you.
(in

everything).
guess

i'll walk around naked,

forever...
maybe hope

no one

will notice
the sad (and lonely)

look up

(on my face)...

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