2017-09-23

Gray, quiet and tired and mean 



Picking at a worried seam 


I try to make you mad at me over the phone 



Red eyes and fire and signs 



I'm taken by a nursery rhyme 



I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home 



No amount of coffee 



No amount of crying 



No amount of whiskey 



No amount of wine 



No, nothing else will do 




I've gotta have you 


I've gotta have you 

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