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Through the Floor
Bathed in sunlight woke from dreams of murderous intentions. Pursued by dogs and men and things I'm just too scared to mention. And the first thing that I think of are her sympathetic eyes. That see with only positive emotion. And she talks of being grumpy, but I know that grumpy's not her style. And I soak up all her beauty 'cause I'm only here awhile. And I muddle through my docket, nestle in the pocket. Just sit back and think about the world. And the only thing I see when she's looking back at me. Is the promise of how life could be. And as I wrote my chest got tight for her. I know that I'm not right for her and I couldn't live if I even caused her pain. But at least I have a message that I can leave that tells her of this spin inside. My gears turning, I'm still learning to trust myself. But at least I've told her of this difficult good-bye. Seven minutes before I'm leaving and now my chest is heaving. I just can't go like I did before. And tomorrow I'll be miles away and dreaming. That she hears my voice floating through the floor.
