Clean Socks

I don’t got no clean socks. 
I don’t want to small talk. 
I don’t want this pressure I 
only met her two day ago. 
I don’t think so I don’t know. 

She could be anyone. 
She could be anywhere. 
She could be holding him. 
O without a care. 
She could be anyone. 
She could be anywhere. She could be dreaming about me there. 

I don’t know what to tell her. 
I’m writing her a letter. 
How do I ask if the answer is No? 
I should let her in so she can let me go. 
I don’t think so I don’t know. 
O’ but last night she was the laughing one. 
In her eyes, I saw the rising son. 
I could have sworn she was reading my mind the whole time. 
But I could have had my eyes closed. 
I don’t think so I don’t know.

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