I see you sitting there
on your front porch in your trailer park
Smoking that cigarette you love so much
waiting for the day to grow dark
Your long red hair blows in the breeze
and you reach for your sweater to stay warm
Remembering life how it used to be
waiting for the anticipated storm...

You see me sitting there
on the swing in front of your old house down the street
Smoking that cigarette I loved so much
waiting to get back on my feet
My short colored hair gelled up in spikes
I reach for my bag to head home
Remembering life how it used to be
waiting to get out on my own...

I know you feel the pain in your heart
It's the same feeling I get everyday
And everyday gets harder to wake up
Knowing that to see you, I'd have to runaway
And so we both lite another cigarette
waiting for the day we can reunite
So until the time I can see you
I give up this agonizing fight...

 
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