It's how I've often felt
When I find myself on nights like these,
Like Christmas Eve
From the empty office window
To the street outside
It's everything not to call
And find out why
On the cab ride you said nothing
Just hair all in your face
window
until
understood
think
things
tonight
thing
these
street
always
eating
burning
walked
dream
everything
empty
often
buried
christmas
inside
nothing
could
little
other
myself
supposed
invented
nights
outside
changed
quiet
office
scared
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