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Description
eyes on a crack in the door, sad songs playing in the distance
an acre of flat land between us
so you can hear every word
i slept through christmas
slept through my life
didn't care that i missed my birthday
or that my dog died in her sleep
i painted pictures that weren't my own
and added nothing about myself
wondered, what's worth keeping on the road? i think
someday i'll leave it all in brooklyn
and fly off on a plane to india, where i'd live in bare feet and henna
with a gun on a shoulder stuffed with paint brushes

i'd never see you or snow again

Description
eyes on a crack in the door, sad songs playing in the distance
an acre of flat land between us
so you can hear every word
i slept through christmas
slept through my life
didn't care that i missed my birthday
or that my dog died in her sleep
i painted pictures that weren't my own
and added nothing about myself
wondered, what's worth keeping on the road? i think
someday i'll leave it all in brooklyn
and fly off on a plane to india, where i'd live in bare feet and henna
with a gun on a shoulder stuffed with paint brushes

i'd never see you or snow again