Idle Elsewhere Down
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When December's Sky pushed the ice to the sides of the highway
where abandoned SUV's lined up, skewed and on their doors
You and I dreamed a clear, dry road
all the way to Umatilla Street
I found your house and parked my car against a snow bank
and set to worry over things sitting in the passenger's seat
I caught myself then, remembering
where I was, and why I'd come
Everything went odd and colored slow-mo when you came to me
A fidgeting, acquainting chest to chest and face to face
A quick kiss stolen past the mouth and to the face
I'd only so far photo-known
We made it to the door. We let the angels make themselves down in the snow
Inside, you took my picture and you handed me a beer. You brought me in and wrapped me up. Feeling like a nervous child
come content to idle elsewhere down.
where abandoned SUV's lined up, skewed and on their doors
You and I dreamed a clear, dry road
all the way to Umatilla Street
I found your house and parked my car against a snow bank
and set to worry over things sitting in the passenger's seat
I caught myself then, remembering
where I was, and why I'd come
Everything went odd and colored slow-mo when you came to me
A fidgeting, acquainting chest to chest and face to face
A quick kiss stolen past the mouth and to the face
I'd only so far photo-known
We made it to the door. We let the angels make themselves down in the snow
Inside, you took my picture and you handed me a beer. You brought me in and wrapped me up. Feeling like a nervous child
come content to idle elsewhere down.
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Feeling all the nervous children come
content to idle elsewhere down.
there.
well... i'm sure there are worse things...
i'm just pissed, lol
have you ever pissed in snow?
spelled your name,
let it go?
cool beans :cool:
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
ah! fer the love of plumbing...
no