I don't know what I did
I don't know what I've done
If you've been where I've been
then it all would be forgot
First few weeks were chilly
I nearly froze my bones
Worst two blocks of philly
Enclaved me and my home
oh no,
I nearly broke my nose
lucky me I fell clean
and it didn't touch the bone
It'll only hurt a few weeks
by then I'll call your home
my own
and my bed won't know
won't know
the difference
as long as I'm alone
And I really hate the city
I figured out why it won't sleep
Its methods make me dizzy
and the cost is much too steep
it isn't worth the risk
I've been awake a week or two
or three
i'm tired and I miss you
Some things
can't be thought out
Some things
can't be figured out
Nothing is worth loving
when it comes with a price tag
when its more trouble than at first
Its 2 am and I'm in Jersey
I'm writing this from my bed
They told me not to worry
about anything I said
the past is not the present
and it doesn't represent
the promise of the future
from a mistake I can't forget
Make sure you read
the policy
for returns and comprehend
every definition
of every word mis-said.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
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