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By Misti Date: 2004 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.23.08.32.28301]] |
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oh, baby, yes there is a world for us a great big open world for us to share I know this I say this until I believe it 'cause we both feel locked out and luckless struggling through each mundane day we are so poor in so many ways right now I remember how you stood in my kitchen smoking a cigarette watching me with guarded eyes our last day together in that sad apartment how I laughed without much humor or hope saying We Are Like Those Pathetic Songs Scotty Loves To Sing you drove away and I stood against the world in my bare feet hurting, sobbing needing nothing more than to be riding beside you and now we feel the miles between us mocking us because we have baggage and trampled spirits and just enough money to talk on the phone but I have an imagination and I have some nerve feeling like I still deserve some happiness despite my mistakes all the pain I've caused the love has not paused it continues to flow and I know there is a world for us a world of pancake Saturday mornings lazy Sundays in bed your head on my breasts resting at last the ghosts of heartaches past finally letting go of all those chains and giving us the peace we've prayed for. |