You are:
Exactly four time zones away
But that's only if you're counting by earthly standards
(Since you've always lived about two yesterdays ahead of me)
You are:
Mine. But that doesn't quite cover it
I own you and the crooked scratches up and down your arm
(I've taken possession of them, seeing that you called me up a night ago and told me I was the cause)
You are:
Coming in and out of focus
I figured last night that I should pay you back some how,
(I don't deserve this ownership, so I thought I'd even out the playing field a bit)
You are:
Easiest to find with fog-mirrored periscopes and out-dated treasure maps
But it's effortless to find you in memories and sleep-deprived dreams
(Though it's only possible to obtain you in the past)
You are:
An attention deficit disorder when it comes to grudges
A religious practice when it comes to pretending
(Which is ironic, I figure you were the one who violently disillusioned me)
You are:
Three years late when it comes to exaggerations
But only 2 days slow for reality
(Heartaches, on the other hand is a whole different story; which makes you right on time)
You are:
Made up of thorn bushes and clay-made finger prints
I know I can find you wherever there is a childhood crime in the making
(But I wouldn't trade our childhood for all the adolescent behavior and adulthood in the world)
You are:
Fragile and un-apathetic
Worth a total of 9 bitterly spent years
(And I miss you already)
You are:
Three nearly-fatal accidents, two distorted grins, and one broken promise
All wrapped up in one convenient, misleading package
(And you are still the best gift I have ever received)














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