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You had a basement apartment
We spent the days in the dark there
Everything implied and perfect
We made up our own secret language
With no word for goodbye
A Remington Rand on your birthday
Pages of games weve been playing
Letters of lost conversations
You never think that Im listening
Are you listening now?
Youre the center of the scenery
No matter where its taken me
It doesnt change when Im not there
Ive got a suitcase and ticket
I know you can see through the patterns
Returning and leaving but outside
Theres just so little that matters
I cant wait to just sit still
You invent for me a usefulness
And Ive started getting used to it
What I miss when Im not there
Another hope to die love song
Youre going to get yours before to long
If you need me look to find me
Right here by your side
Little black dots on paper
Connected in your name
I float up off the sidewalk
See you through a window
Remember where to find me
You can tell me not to miss you
From now on you wont have to
If you need me look to find me
Right here by your side