out drunk driving one night I stop by your house and park outside and wait but you don't come out because maybe you're not even inside but I think you are and I know you leave your doors unlocked and I know which stairs creak and I could go in and kiss you out of context out of lonliness out of my mind I drive home and I've driven home a lot happier but you were still asleep I used to think words made up a poem but it's the spaceing
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