April 22, 2006 / 12:12 a.m.

I'm sitting at a table perfectly suited for two, but currently only serving one. I sleep in a bed big enough for me and you, but I always wake up alone to the morning sun.

My dreams are big enough for the both of us, but you'll never know it. You're too busy looking in the wrong places, for the wrong things for me to every have a chance to show it.

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