Sunday, May 16, 2010

Taylor Swift/Disney fever.

Why can't you see-ee-ee, you belong with mee-ee-ee?

Well, it's a question I don't have to ask because you belong to me, already, and we both know it's incredibly right. Now, I've just gotta wait for my hair to grow long, and for it to turn wavy. For you to wake up in the early morning as I make sandwiches for us and the kids. Cherry tomatoes, here I come.

I had a dream that you cried, and looked at me and said you knew all along. I had a dream where we hugged like we did years ago, and everything was as if nothing ever went wrong. Girl, in my dream, I held your hands and I said I'm sorry for everything. And you looked at me, nodding, and told me all was fine.

Did you forget, did you forget about me?

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