God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every thursday i'd break those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.
God damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
I become what i always hated
When i was with you then
We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside
and i held you closer
then anyone would ever dare...
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