So this kind of hit me out of nowhere last night... I'm writing it in song form - because that's how it came to me. There's a bridge I wrote down before bed last night - but I can't remember it now.
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The one of you and me at the diner,
where we'd go on Tuesday Night.
The one of you and me together,
Makin' up after a fight.
If they were in an album,
or hanging on the wall in a frame
I'd take them down, tear them out, burn them up.
Make the walls of my heart white and plain,
Make the pages of my soul blank again.
The one of you comin' home to me,
You dropped your bag and held me close.
The one of you walkin' out my door,
With your very last box of clothes.
If they were in an album,
or hanging on the wall in a frame
I'd take them down, tear them out, burn them up.
Make the walls of my heart white and plain,
Make the pages of my soul blank again.
I like it. It's a good image for breaking up, and that pain. I like the thought of pristine white walls of the heart. Fresh painted to hide even the nail holes.
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