its gonna be a long hwile before i can't smell campfire upon my winter jacket, but i kinda like it there and i am still finding lots of bug bites and my suitcase lays in wait for my to clean up the remains, cos its all over the place and i'm all over the place
cos coming back home always brings the good and bad along, and i hate leaving anywhere and i hate leaving anyting behind
so i'll leave lots of little clues around my messy messy room to tell you where we'll meet again someday, and please read between the lines and try real hard to read my mind because i really want someday to happen soon.
cos i wouldn't keepsake a single thing under my name if everyone i loved could tag along, but i love them all too much and try real hard to stay in touch cos i'd rather they be elsewhere then be gone.
and if my car should break down i'll fucking walk to your town though i know you'd always meet me halfway, wherever that my be will seem just right to you and me and we'll laugh the distance off and walk away.
these months turned to weeks and these weeks turned to days and i know that when these days turn into hours, i'll be thinking of the times that we had no concept of time and when time will once again be fully ours.
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