If you hadn't
been kidnapped
when you were so blue
yes, back then
a long, long
time ago
if you had
received the gifts I sent
and heard what
I wrote
if I could
have called
but it's too
late now
it's too late
to regret
the stories
you were told.
Two elms on
the edge
that's you and
I
two elms on
the edge
on a planet
that's too fast
where we're
constantly tilting
in different
directions
still so
strangely connected
on each our
verge.
If you hadn't
gotten so drunk
I would have
taken to your house
that night
we would have
had a good time
and talked and
laughed and cried and laughed
if you hadn't
drunk
so fucking
hard
but it's too
late now
it's too late
to regret
no drug rape
for me.
Two elms on
the edge
that's you and
I
two elms on
the edge
on a planet
that's too fast
where we're
constantly tilting
in different
directions
still so
strangely connected
on each our
verge.

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