I dreamt about you again last night
My heart is not my friend
I know that now
Because for every waking minute I spend associating your image with red
And every stabwound I suffer to my soul for the idiotic things you say
I go to sleep at night
And marvel in your oddities
Like the way you can ball your toes and crack them when you're particularly pleased
Or you have a proud defiance in your driving ability
Or you have a proud defiance in your driving ability
Or the rareness of your smile
Especially for me
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