3 cigarettes.
30 miles.
3 hours.
2 people.
2 hearts.
1 hot chocolate.
an amazing night, and it's now 5:14 am. sleeping is overrated.
if i find him, just to follow
would he hold me and never let me go
would he let me borrow his old winter coat
i don't know,
i don't know.
if i see her standing there alone
at the train station three stops from her home
i have half a mind to say what i'm thinking anyway
i don't know,
i don't know.
there's an airplane in the sky
with a banner right behind
loneliness is just a crime
look each other in the eye
and say hello
oh oh oh oh
and say hello
oh oh oh oh oh
say hello, and i'll say it back.
[side note: waffle house and hot chocolate is completely separated from the meaning behind rosie thomas' "say hello". i find need for deep, intellectual conversation and when is it best? at 3 am in the morning, in the middle of waffle house.]
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