There's something in the way 

you laugh when you're drunk

that tells me all the things I'm glad you're not


I need days to forget a line of your face

and I need tedious weeks to stop thinking of your skin

just to realize : life's really a dope



I keep dead leaves in my books

for all the winters to come 

I keep the newspapers I read

for all the awaiting days without memories


and then it takes a glance 

and my heart beats faster and faster


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so...do you really think that I can't hide the truth ?

when I feel lost no joy can help me to leave this town


if I don't mend my ways, nothing could change

and there'll be no hiding place