don't get mad because i made you cry
i don't when you make me die
somedays are harder
than others
but sundays are the hardest
the phone doesn't ring and it's you
long silence
like when i listen to you
breathing
i like the dream of us
but would love you more
only if you woke up
with me everyday
until we can both sleep
and then sundays
might not be so hard
and somedays
harder just to get home
to you
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