i'm running around the city
trying to collect pieces of you
pieces maybe i could bring back to you
like that chocolate sundae
peanut butter sandwich
isles of salt in the summer
you used to live on as a child
and that girl you kissed in ohio
do you think she still remembers your name
do you remember hers?
will you still remember me
after i bring you back?
will you remember the subway kisses
and strangers' glances
the reek of the tunnels
and the midnight view
to be completely honest
i don't really care if you forget or not
because to me
you'll always be my subway girl
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the chronicle of wasted time
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