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Subway @ 9 pm
When I'm alone,
Undistracted
My mind free to wander
However much I might
Insist you don't haunt me at night
My thoughts crawl back to you
When I'm alone,
Undistracted
I'm distracted by the thought of you
And what we could've been
If you were a bit different
And I with a little less baggage
But maybe that's why I fell for you
Because you acted the way you do
Baby, I swear it wasn't supposed to be this way
I wasn't supposed to end up calling
You my baby in my reveries
But i was supposed to whisper your name
When you stirred in my arms
Maybe things were supposed to be this way
I can see the future, a future without you
Finally the tunnel is approaching an end
But maybe I don't want to leave
Maybe I want to stay
Maybe I like the dark
It's cold, reminds me of you
February's cold shoulder could
Take lessons from you
I'm a master of disguise
But at the end of the day
Magician hat off, I'm a normal guy
And my feelings tumble out
Like the white, pure bunny
But you don't appreciate my tricks
So I lay in bed
Struggling to get out of quicksand
Especially when it's you
But I've done this before
No struggling, no quick action
Peacefully, slowly
That ice cream we ate on our first date
But vanilla isn't as good as chocolate
And just how hot is the perfect hot chocolate
And marshmallows were magic
You hated marshmallows
Oh, for Pete's sake
Like I said
However much I might insist
My thoughts aren't haunted by you
They always, always come back
Crawling back to you
Baby, they always do.
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