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I want you to cry with me, wholesomely.
I don’t want to have to wait for the twitch of your eye
Or the ringing of your little silver bell.
I want to take you with me someplace,
I want to have you with me.
I want long car trips and bad gas station food
And to fight with you, where you can’t get away from me.
Because you never stay long enough
You always leave before I can tell you how much I care.