However long you're gone, whatever hour you turn up, however out of practice we are at talking — the door works the same way it always did. No rush. Just come home when you can.
Waiting up,
The moths and I
miss you.
We'll keep it burning.
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The light's still on,
However long you're gone, whatever hour you turn up, however out of practice we are at talking — the door works the same way it always did. No rush. Just come home when you can.
