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I fell asleep outside your bedroom doorOpposite blankets on your bedroom floorThat you'd stuffed under gaps to fight the creeping coldYou slipped folded letters through a keyholeAnd I'd decipher your cursive and your capitalsSo I could polarize and steal sentiment from songYou fell asleep beside your open bookWhere love is a cliche and a redundant hookBut your dreams are still wrapped around it, anywayYou placed your head upon your pillowcaseSlipped into dreams that I can't seem to faceSleeping carefully, praying you won't wake aloneI paced up and down your staircaseAnd whittled all the words you didn't sayInto little anchors, just enough to drag me downThey say we draw our destinies with our own handsBut really our pencils never move the way we planSo we just hope to end with something we can loveThe peeking sun found me at your doorwayGave me a blanket and sent me on my wayAnd I knocked once more to be sure everything was alrightYou pushed a crinkled paper through the keyholeThat said "We can't be certain that the door will always be closed"I dropped the blanket and laid back down on the floor From Letras Mania