because some days it's just like wake up, wake up, wake up and when you going to be here baby? i think that at times like this it's the thought that counts because i very well can't go grab your hand. opening eyes after hands covering faces. i never knew what i wanted from you and i know you always thought open ended. it's just these days. these waking up days. when i know that i know that i don't know when you'll be in front of me again. you're like a secret life without me having to hide you because there's just nothing to hide. you're just separate but a part of everything. and i miss you. some days i wake up and by the time my 5 oclock alarm rings i'm so worn down that all i wish i was was that girl that met you for lunch outside radio city and we'd spend 20 minutes. quarter past 5 oclock again and i wish i waiting for the subway car with you. getting on. getting off. being away. being with you? i wish i was on houston. i wish i was on broadway. i wish i was even on canal. it's nights like these that i'm just like fuck this city you'll never measure up. nights like these that i know one day i have to leave. frustration getting the best of me. people getting the best of me. nostalgia getting the best of me. you've always been able to get the very best of me!
never sleeping.
never sleeping.
never breathiiiiiiiiiing!!
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