I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
I'm so tired of being a whipper-snapper. I'm ready just to be a snapper.
Goodbye, my almost lover.
Cautiously.
I want new music. But I have no itunes allowance.
I'm going to read. And try and get him off my mind.
"near to you."
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