without you, by Erika Subscribe to rss feed for Erika

Staying up til two in the morning

because of fear.

Being able to get out of the car without being trambled

because of death.

I'd rather be trambled.

Being able to sit in the swing without you drooling on me

because of death.

I'd rather be dripping wet with your drool.

I am able to look out over the yard without you sitting in
my view

because of death.

I hate doing this stuff without you.
Posted: 2006-04-18 21:22:01 UTC

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