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40 Hours Ago


by the time you get the postcard i'll say 

i didn't mean the things i said

the time you wanna touch me i'll say 

i didnt really read the books i said i read

go ahead ring the doorbell i'llanswer the door

but what do you wanna talk to me 40 hours ago 

i was feelin one way now im feelin another

is there supposed to be one thing to latch onto?

im feelin echo and blue silhouettes upon my shoe

of the person i once really knew i knew better

than i really do better when i am not with you 



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