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she kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day

and i wait 'til the weekend comes

 so i can clear this uselessness from my brain

 i count the days 'til she arrives

 those precious minutes when she is mine

 as we walk from my front door to her car, we're so close and alone

 but that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth

 of others', of others' company

 theres just too much company

theres just too much company

so i hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars

 if i could just speak the words to tell her exactly how i feel

count the ways that i might say it

 but i know that none of them will work because

she won't feel the same, we got this far

 but i can't go through with it because the truth would hurt too much

it hurts too much, this hurts too much

she goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine

and i'll stay here in these dead plains and try to make a seed grow

and i would pray for rain if i thought that it would help