but says here in the water
you must be gone by now
i can tell somehow
one hand on the trigger of a telephone
wondering when the call comes
where you say its alright
you got your heart right
maybe ill sleep inside my coat and
wait on your porch til you come back home
oh right, i cant find a flight
we share the sadness
split screen sadness
-- split screen sadness | john mayer
this song reminds me of all the nights that i used to spend in the clubroom - the dim flickering ceiling lights, the cold stale air, the loud humming of the air-conditioner, the big brown table that had been heavily vandalised with graffiti, along with half-eaten lunch boxes and food wrappers strewn all over, the tired souls slumbering on the dusty sofas, the cupboards that were overflowing with junk, the sea of newater which never run dry, the white board marked with (often senseless) scribblings and drawings, the computer room that functioned as a gossiping hub in disguise, the laughter of the people whom i thought i would walk with for the next four years, and the warmth of the room where i spent most of my freshman year in.
the room has moved since two months ago.
i would rather camouflage with the walls these days.
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