it's just been so difficult for you to curb your t-t-terrible st-st-st-stutter.
in a romantic state of mind on a New York street corner. you're sorry, but you just can't help it.
all you can do is lean against the streetlamp, binoculars in hand.
his curtains are open tonight.
yes, it's pathetic. yes, it's illegal. but he likes the attention and you like view.
nosleeptonight. tomorrow's not looking good either.
jetplanes and champagne. bad songs and sham pain. it keeps you awake. you think it means something. it doesn't.
'A' for effort, of course.
eyes flicker back to the window.
forget it.
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