"There is.."
this vacation ain't useless
these white pills aren't kind
i'm giving it a lot of thought on this coming 8-hour drive
i missed the grinding concrete where we sat past 1 and past somemore time
and slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights
i've given a lot of thought to the nights we used to have
the days have come and gone
our lives when but so fast
i faintly remember breathing on your living room floor
where we told stories and i sweared i loved you more
do you care if i don't know what to say
will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
will i shake this off pretend its all okay
that there someone out there who feels just like me
there is..
those notes i wrote you
i've kept them all
i'll give a lot of thought of how to write you back this june
with every single letter in every single word there
will be a hidden message about a boy that
loves a girl
do you care if i don't know what to say
will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
will i shake this off
pretend its all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me
there is..
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Composed by
That Nigga Named M.O.N.
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24.6.03
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