it takes two days to reach you,
half a mile away
things stop me...
like loose change i cannot count
stories i have forgotten in time
directions i do not understand
and things i cannot define
and when i get there
i'll annoy you by asking stuff like
how much does the sky weigh?
and you'll say
today it is heavy with rain
i'm sorry that i've been so long
and i'm sorry that i didn't call
and i'm sorry oh i'm sorry
am i sorry at all?
and far away, away from the grey
you will go and you will stay
and i cannot regret a thing
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