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Nothing To Really Complain About
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Summer's Possibilities
Your Questions, My Answers
I'm Done Quoting Song Lyrics
i wrote it down, and i remember
Son, I Loved You At Your Darkest

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Your Power Week

When the lights are out, and the world lays dormant,
I think of you.
The dark night is my favorite time of day, and the night’s sky reminds me:
You are my favorite color.

The absence of familiarity is frightening.

Many people fall by the wayside just leaving their streets.
I drive out of my way to the Westbank just to be near you.

But when things are bad, we always find a way to make them worse.
Whether it’s my fear or your insecurities— or because of friends and family—we fail

I can’t help but feel so close to you.

Even when we’re so very far apart, and I mean emotionally, not just physically.
And although we are separated a considerable amount of the time that we have to give

There’s still time for us to redeem the lost daytime cell phone minutes
It’s been such a short time, and I usually wait longer before I make proposals.

If it goes good, that is, better than our past experiences.
Than you and I can work through the stress of bad credit, faith, and racism.

Now, though, the end feels like the best result.
All we have left is you telling me how to get downtown

Perhaps Austin’s city limits will lead your heart closer to Houston.

West Texas was never where I wanted to be,
At the chance you’d be there…I just wanted you near me.
That was always the problem with you and I
I just wanted to get my way

posted by Jeff Watkins at 10:18 AM


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