Monday, April 20, 2009

And if the plane lifts off,
I'll write you a letter, to say goodbye.
And I will make it long, and maybe lie just a little,
Tell you that I'm doing fine.

Then I'll send it out, and let things be.
If not for you,
For me, and for the time I've spent foolishly loving thee.

..but I should probably say that I'm unsure why I'm running,
Running away from the only thing I want.
Yeah, I should probably say that I'm unsure why I'm running,
Running away from the one I love.

--Greg Laswell

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