sorry for all the excuses i ever threw your waythey clogged us like traffic heading down the freeway
and if you could only dance, and maybe let me see
i'd say the things to you that you'd never say to me
so flourish while i labor to carve out a sign
quite similar to the one you read
when i lost track of time.
and if i climbed our light post to get a perfect view
i'll come down just in time for having missed you.
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