You think you're loving, but I want to be free.

When I get to Warwick Avenue
We'll spend an hour but no more than two


I wished for better,
but I didn't want the train to come.
Now it's departed,
Seems like we never started. (Which is a good thing!)

Hahah twisting words in my own head for some self-indulgent light-headedness. I'm a happy camper.

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