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The shadows break across the walls
Of a dim lit room pushed up against darkened halls.
This blanket-laden bed wont take the shape
Of the sleeping silhouette I used to watch as I lay awake.
And half my life is on California time,
The other half is sitting here in Boston,
Trying to picture her 3 hours behind.
Maybe shes climbing cumulonimbus mountain tops