mardi 25 octobre 2011

I like to think you're a stranger to me now 
That everything we've ever done like driving fast and careless, is part of a past that was never my present
You would have left me plain and simple, hurt and broken, ii would have been content.
I danced in your kitchen awhile ago
I grabbed on to your hips knowing i had to let go
I saw the hint of a smile on your familiar face
You said we did this right and we fucked up the rest
We did this right and ruined everything else

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