It all comes down to nothing.
All you'll ever have to do is say
I'll drive
I'll double back and check the result
I'll sink into an imaginary phantom you
When I'm done, I'll turn out the light
Wonder if you can sleep alright
Check the night stand to make sure the second red light is on
The phone sitting impatiently
My Wonder Woman phone book
And your yellow post-it
Because writing you in permanently has turned into some kind of curse that I don't want to come true
12.11.02 || 8:34 pm
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