I found your I miss yous in the back of my closet. I hadn't seen them in a while and I guess I threw them there when I missed you too much and then they got buried, and then they got buried beneath my dirty clothes and old backpacks. I forgot how your voice sounded not distorted by telephone wires and miles. So I am writing to tell you that I miss you and I want you to come home for a while. Maybe this won't get buried among your dirty clothes and old cigarettes, but I understand if it does,
because it is just so easy.
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- She & Him - In The Sun from Merge Records on Vimeo.
- romantic bullshit?
- O' attachment,whatever are you doing here?
- tired
- this is only a test
- those things you did
- paintz and bodiez
- repeat
- my bed's too small for all of usbut the winter is ...
- found these in my notebook, nothing too good.
- sleepies
- do not read this, really. move on. no really.
- this will surely be on the summer soundtrack
- just so easy
- i don't know what this is.
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