Thursday, October 22, 2009
I'm sitting down by the window. My tea's gone cold and I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning grey clouds at my window, and I can't see at all. But your picture in my phone reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

Drank too much last night, got bills to pay, my head groans in pain. I missed the bus and there'll be hell today, I'm late for work again. And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day. And then you call me and it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through. Then you hand me a towel and all I see is you. Even if my world falls down now, I will not have a clue, because you're near me. And I know that it's not so bad, it's not so bad at all.

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