Monday, June 6, 2011

an open letter.

an open letter.

i still feel you on the right side of the bed
and i still feel you in the blankets pulled over my head
but i'm gonna wash away,
i'm gonna wash away everything til you come home to me

maybe in the future, you're gonna come back,
 you're gonna come back around
the only way to really know is to really let it go


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