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10 September 2006 03:37they whistle, the trains
as they come and go
I envy their freedom calls
through the window
they whistle, the trains
though they stick to their track
they can't help but face forward--
don't have to look back
I have to look back
my anger flares wrong
I know I'd feel empty
without metal song
there'd be something missing
something fresh, something old
we would never hunt treasure
if we never smelled gold
--
Although being reminded of what you don't have, however lovely...
I missed Houshi-sama today. I wonder how he is. Where he is. If he still thinks about me.
If he still has that ridiculous accent.
I don't even have his phone number--and I refuse to ask, which leaves me at wonder. Think. Muse. Sleep.
as they come and go
I envy their freedom calls
through the window
they whistle, the trains
though they stick to their track
they can't help but face forward--
don't have to look back
I have to look back
my anger flares wrong
I know I'd feel empty
without metal song
there'd be something missing
something fresh, something old
we would never hunt treasure
if we never smelled gold
--
Although being reminded of what you don't have, however lovely...
I missed Houshi-sama today. I wonder how he is. Where he is. If he still thinks about me.
If he still has that ridiculous accent.
I don't even have his phone number--and I refuse to ask, which leaves me at wonder. Think. Muse. Sleep.