What am I left with and what have I given up for what I have? Dependability is a pretty word, but so is freedom.
I see everything coming but only after it's happened.
Disenchantment sounds nice when it's rolling off your tongue, but so cold when it's ringing through your ears.
Long winter. My toes are cold and I get dizzy when I stand up, not even the most heartbreakingly beautiful music I know can make it better because a song is something from someone's head and life is what you get when everything from everyone's head comes out or stays in and gets jumbled and lost and lonely which are three words that describe my state of mind.
I want hugs and I want people to snuggle with me on the carpet wearing Renee's footie pajamas. Preferably everyone I know in the one pair of pajamas. At one time. Please.
The wind from the lake brings everything to me then takes everything away too soon. I want things to stay the same but I want them to be better and I want to stop being so naive.
Idon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknow.
I just want to be home. I just want everyone to be home.
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