Friday, December 29, 2006


Somedays aren't yours at all
They come and go as if they're someone elses days
They come and leave you behind someone elses face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours
They come in all quiet sweep up and then they leave
And you don't hear a single floor board creak
They're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep by your side
Downtown, downtown
I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away
Don't call me don't write

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