We’re about two years behind - we should have noticed by now we will never be like those people on TV, because I’ve been too busy falling forward in my own despair to notice that you’re there. But I’m weak and you’re strong and I knew it all along, so stand up and I just might not pull you down. Of course there’s something here. Could I make it something weird? If I did I think I know you’d stick around. If I left you would you fall apart, my dear? If I said to (stay/go) would you just leave me here? If I haven’t had a good dream in about ten years, are my dark times coming or are they here? I know you may not understand what I’m saying right now, but I know someday you will. And when that Wednesday comes I hope you’re standing right there; I’ll be standing, singing, playing over here. Am I right? Am I wrong? Did we know it all along? When our decade comes do you know where we’ll be? Was there something weird I said when we were lying in our bed we made for ourselves when we were seventeen?
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