Thursday, March 4, 2010

No time soon

I forgot how old I was
For a minute there
I'm sorry for not listening when
You were trying to remind me

It's not even painful
It just stings
Like a lighter held to your wrist
Yeah, something similar to that

Remember those chairs?
Every time we sat down we could
Never avoid getting a splinter
You remind me of those
All the time

I tried to light
A candle to clear out your smell
And it didn't work
But it's finally starting to
Fade
Away

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