*The loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill and when I stand on top of your old street, the church top brings a stillness to me and I can't think of anything I'd rather do then have my heart broken by you. Could we be saved by intentions and hopes? Cuz I'm not alright, the night seems to swallow me whole and spit me out. Second guessing, I remember ever since that first day I saw you on the street, I've always wanted you in the worst way. And now I can't compete, and I'm so, and you're so, we're both so f***ed up. Isn't it time we try to get it right? I can't sleep on no more floors and I can't stay up no more nights. I'd like to know what's going on, could you please pick up the phone? I started a million letters to you but I couldn't finish any of them...*
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