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Maggie takes the chair and has her eyes on me. She crosses her arms and watches me sleep.
When I open my eyes I find her nose to my nose. I don't want to move, her eyes are closed.

Then she wakes. And she walks. And you'd think she couldn't hear me talk.

I don't need a you when I've got a her. Don't need a reason, I'm faking sure.
She might not hug but she keeps me warm. I'll say Maggie is the one I've wanted all along.

And I think that she knows. I look around and find nothing. Maybe I should go.

In silk shorts with a silver chalice, once, I gave in to trying to try not to care.
About six shots at being the best on the block. I came back to pieces of wall and a steel framed stare.

I'll try to meet you on the back of the 56 bus. I'll try to meet you on the back of the 56 bus.
I'll try to meet you on the back of the 56 bus. I'll try to meet you on the back of the 56 bus.

It's not about us.

It may be me, it may be you. It may be time to face the truth.
I hate alone as much as I hate crowds. Maggie's is the only voice I answer to now.

Still I wait by the phone. It's like no one told you I was alone.