Going to College

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 20:30 -- Leoma

I don't want a beanbag chair.

I don't want a cork board.

I don't want Rachel cutting my hair.

I don't want to hear you snore.

 

I'd rather watch the sun go down

Or go out to dinner all alone.

I'd rather be in my new town

Than stay longer in my home.

 

I want to see a bright new smile

an open door

inviting door.

I want to see a bright new smile

no closing door

close the door.

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