Poison Oak- Bright Eyes

"When the telephone was a tin can on a string. And i fell

asleep with you still talking to me.

You said you weren't afraid to die.

I don't think I ever loved you more

than when you turned away

and when you slammed the door

You stole the car

and drove towards Mexico. I was young

and I still believed in war.

And I'm glad you got away, but I'm still stuck out

here

The sound of loneliness makes me happier

I never thought this life was possible.

You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for."

Poison Oak- Bright Eyes

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you are the atom of my creation

this is the atom of all creation

you are the single atom that composes

all that i think of

i do not need you

how are your atoms inside of my skin

and flesh

please leave them there