If I crawl through the atmosphere and steam up all your windows, I'm sorry, I tried. But there's a photograph awaiting disposal in the back of everyone's mind. We set out to destroy our backlog. I'm sorry I'm tired. I'm sorry I'm wasted at three o'clock in the morning, I stood at your window and made the loneliest sound i know. I'm falling asleep, but I'm catching your eyes now, so sleep can wait. Can we pierce the sickness and break the moonlight? You say, "it's alright, it's alright." Can we find a holy land and set up camp? You say, "it's alright." I'm falling asleep, but I'm catching your eyes now, so sleep can wait. Count these days going backwards. How can they take so long, but go by so fast? There's something about these nights in the winter that makes me want to steal you away and run up a tab at every hot spot from here to the end of the line, but we'll probably end up sitting alone nursing five cups of coffee and a wounded page. I'm falling asleep, but I'm catching your eyes now, so sleep can wait

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