Dear Friend from City Living by Rue Snider


Dear friend, I didn’t know these kids last Christmas
The year we spent meant everything to me
By Secret Santa time her parents left us
We were sitting in a circle feeling free


Dear friend, everyone was drinking brandy
Exchanging gifts, reciting poetry
About a coughing, kissing, suicidal teenager
Bleeding crawling past the bathroom sink


I wanna kiss you
But I don’t know how to
Standing by the typewriter
In your bedroom
Paralyzed by fear
Then you kiss me


Dear friend, I’m standing in a pick up truck
The music in the cab filling my ears
From a mix I made last winter just for Patrick
The wind touches my face and dries my tears


Dear friend, I look at her all through the tunnel
The city lights are not too far ahead
I dream of Michael and of my Aunt Helen
Finally I’m alive and not afraid


I wanna kiss you
But I don’t know how to
Standing by the typewriter
In your bedroom
Paralyzed by fear
Then you kiss me
Then you kiss me
Then you kiss me


Why am I always crying
Remembering being a kid
Wondering why she did it


I wanna kiss you
But I don’t know how to
Standing by the typewriter
In your bedroom
Paralyzed by fear
Then you kiss me
Then you kiss me
Then you kiss me
Then you kiss me
Then you kiss me
Then you kiss me

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