Viva La Vida
there's no place I'd rather be
than in this cramped little house
individualized in a sea of cookie cutter homes
listening to you silently being you
you run over the chords
to your favorite Coldplay song
tapping them out on my leg
I'm falling asleep on the well-worn couch
and I know a million thoughts are racing
through your mind at a snail’s pace
I'm completely at home
we’ve had too much Dramamine
and yet this is the happiest I've been
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