We don't talk everyday...
theres a few things I've missed out on
I havent traced all the lines on your fingers
and the count of all the greys...
I dont know the colour that you like best
do you know mine
We need to talk everyday
I also dont want to talk everyday
just brush against you every time you pass me
but I do want to fight with you every once in a while
scream, pull the house down... make a mess of all the plans
and then cry myself silly in your arms
I also want to talk to you about the bread we forgot to pick up
as we make love
You can tell me about those colours you like
when I've forgetten about it in a few years
you can point them out as I sort my laundry from yours
if you dont want to talk
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