Take the last bus
out of that city
and come back to me
in this little town
I miss you too much
to be sad about it
I miss you too much
to pretend that I don't
Come home to me and
spend the weekend over
Be here in half
a heartbeat and no less
Make up a random excuse
and run to me
like both our lives depended on it
YOU ARE READING
Unconditional
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