lit me a cigarette, give me your clean t-shirt, close your eyes and start to dream about a town, about a certain window in that town, covered by a purple curtain. start to dream about searching in the right places, about finding the right answer. this won't last long. right places become wrong places and out of the blue, you discover yourself so faraway from that certain window in that town, in that world. and i will be smoking and wearing your clean t-shirt and watch you twisting and turning from one point to yourself, to myself, to no one.
sugar, don't worry, there will always be a free bed in our room, but no free spots in our minds
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