i had a drink so i could think
i had too much and i lost touch
the trouble is my nights think too much
i am not a fan of jam
i'm thrilled by film
i have not seen snow
and thought i'd write to tell you so
the trouble is my nights think aloud
a delivered letter left unopened still stains and fades
the way a hand held too long begins to ache
letters are safer written on paper
the trouble is my nights think they are days
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