Florence, long gone, but I still talk to you today. I stepped on something sharp. I walked around for days before I could take it out of my foot; I half expected you would do it! I have not been able to forget, your warmth, white horse and silhouettes. I'll try to find somebody new, but I'm romantic, not pathetic anymore, maybe a little because I miss you. Florence, I know it's been a long time, but we all know I'm the stubborn type.
Florence, I will try to be with someone new, but I finally remember who, I am, so I can't, just yet. How it should have gone down? I was lost before I found... Florence, you done shacked up again. A girl who's just a friend, still there and I'm beyond, care. You're such a clown, but I'd take you back if you were down.
Florence, how have you been? Have you heard anything good? You, are still imprinted on my caboose, I'm not embarrassed that its true. Florence, I know it will get back to you. How it should have gone down? We will never know, but I still brood, Florence. I remember who, I was before I met you and I'm better.
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