Somewhere that runs parallel to here, I did go. Somewhere that runs parallel to here, hearts that skip beats mean more than long lasting promises. Somewhere that runs parallel to here, my earrings are on your windowsill not his. There are cats to my right instead of a big dog and in another one there is a baby crying down the hall and in another one we are waiting for a plane, and in another one your lips are on my neck, and in another one, and in another one……