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No I'm not a gamble

you can count on me to split

and i'm spent
23 September 1985
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I know I will always stop and see you
And we'll run into each other's fucked up lives
Yeah, I guess, although it tears me up inside
Everytime it burns my eyes with tears
But your waking up is the start of my lost cause
And then you decide to leave me alone and crying
But you know I'm still here, the faithful one
Waiting for a message
Then I'll come.. faster
Than I ever thought that I could run
Cause I..
I need you more than I ever thought
That I could need someone
Someone Someone Someone else

In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover and proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words so I slowly whisper I love you, thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. ..

it's not that she doesn't care it's just, she's not affected I guess, and that gives her grace.
-excerpt from High Fidelity