Paris

2:20 PM


I got back home from Paris
And he told me what I’d done was wrong
And though his speech was rather long
I listened like an obedient child
The light was coming in through the windows
It was a most familiar type of night
How I loved every streetlight
And I wanted him to kiss me

He told me that he couldn’t live without me
And I told him the same thing too
And though we knew it wasn’t true
We both knew it wasn’t a lie
The light was coming in through the window
It was a most familiar type of night
How I loved every streetlight
And I wanted him to kiss me

- Regina Spektor

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