Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Ingrid Michaelson

What if we stop having a ball?
What if the pain chips off the wall?
What if there's always cups in the sink?
What if I'm not what you think?

What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you in, and chase you with a rolling pin?
Well, what if I do?

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