charlie lomonaco - bostonia

I sit in my room
With nothing to do
And I still wonder

When your coming through
All the thoughts in my head
Are a cluttered mess
Well I'm begging for this to end

Will you be there then
Sitting on my bed
200 something miles fresh
Will you

The amtrak smells
Just like your perfume
Lavender something
That I couldn't chew
It's colder where you are
But bostons not that far
Does the frostbite burn you too
I know it must hurt
Not to see
All the locals yell at me
It's your turn next
I've made bed
Mistakes I'll never end

Will you be there then
Sitting on my bed
200 something miles fresh
Will you be there
Will you
Will you be there then
Will you be there
Will you be there then
No
Will you be there
Will you

Written by:
Charlie LoMonaco

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