9/23/10

dear ingrid

the sky looks pissed
the wind talks back
and you, my love
are gone

my room feels wrong;
the bed won't fit
i cannot seem to operate 
and you, my love
are gone

so glide away on soapy hills
and promise not 
to promise anymore
and if you come around again
then i will take,
then i will take
the chain from off the door

i'll never say
that i'll never love;
oh but i don't say a lot of things
and you, my love
are gone.

if you come around again
then i will take
the chain 
from off the door.

1 comment:

  1. love me some ingrid
    and some sara
    miss you sis

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