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Mar 03, 2008 - 08:37 AM PST

youre there hes there whats going on this intervention
oh that was such a dream
eyes caked in sympathy, brush away the cobwebs from my lips
turn on my side and rip the sheet off the wall, sunlight boils back white skin
and you can see in, an emptly glass in a shattered lung deliver
and i can pretend that i'm finally home
a place to talk to go alone, the roof the cold
screaming to the streets below
talking to myself out the window and late night typing two sided conversations
one sided eye sight
it's a split, which side do we jump to, youre already over there
do i've the energy to make it, would i rather fall in and end it
would i rather wrap my lungs in the heat of lost
and dwell in the warmth, the lone drive homes i've become use to
i'll dwell in the warmth alone