Pink cardigan doesn’t remind me of you
Nor the cigarettes
It’s the elevator
Or it’s just the rest of the world

When writing I wish
Someone would turn it
Into song
That leads you home

When walking alone I wonder
You would drive by
And you wouldn’t see my tears
Because I’d be looking at the ground

TV doesn’t remind me of you
Nor the story
It’s the street
Or it’s just the rest of the world

Hahah. Pink cardigan.
Written somewhen in 2007. Forgot to date it.

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