I have to make these places my own
NowForget about the time we spent
Looking at furniture
Planning for the future
Taking measurements
I have to figure out what I like
What I wantI can’t worry or think about what you would say
I need to quiet your voice in my head
Erase your imprints in my mind
Yet you show up at the strangest times
When I least expect itReminding me
This place is not mine yet
Your imprint is still here
The places we went
Need to become the places I goCopyright 2010. Lori Dominick
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