I stayed up late the other night,
We talked out love, and suicide,
If out of sight, is out of mind,
I'm out of yours, and out of mine.
So think of me, with careful aim,
Little kisses, stay the same,
Little ghosts, with middle names,
Little love, lends itself to little fame.
Feet were bare, end of the road,
I felt the pavement burn the bottoms of my toes,
Just another episode,
With Ocho-Cinco wrapped around me I don't know,
You were there, and I was here,
When little lovers cracked another little beer,
People I don't know live near me,
Pretty flowers grow from ugly people's tears.
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