wanna write one for you..
 the unwritable girl
 who sleeps in my hand
 in this interstate world
 
who leaves me for dead,
 in my ghost town grey
 and returns like color t.v
 
and i’ve tried [bad word]  my little miles
 stumble over my sin
 you’ll never find me out
 its been just one dream
 we’re living in
 but you’re still, and you’re bright and you’re quiet
 in the heart of it