I woke up so cold
The noise of the city through the fire escape
The morning coming to life
I put on your coat
I smell you but you're not here
I smoke my last cigarette
I plan my life, without you
Because it makes me feel better
In a bittersweet way
Soon I'll leave this city
These memories
Just like I've done before
I'll head for the hills
I'll find love
It won't be you
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About Me
- ben
- i've been in a semi-nomadic state since the turn of the century, but i can generally be found in georgia or california. i like making up songs and playing with kitties. if you want to see how much i've changed over the years, feel free to visit my old journal from 2001-2008 at monkeeshyne.livejournal.com
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