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I don’t ever dream about you and me.
I don’t ever make up stuff about us,
that would be considered insanity.
I don’t ever drive by your house to see if you’re in.
I don’t even have an opinion on that tramp
that you are still seeing.
I don’t know your timetable.
I don’t know your face off by heart.
But I must admit that there is a part of me
that still thinks that we might get on,
that we might get on,
that we could get on,
that we should get on.
(Source: mermaidporn, via rubarbeque)