love the way we've got our own soundtrack.
we sing by the look in our eyes when we
tangle our arms and wish it was our legs
and that the seat of your car was a comforter
strewn across our bed.
i'd apologize for the fact that my heart is beating out of key
but i really doubt you'd blame me
or hate the fact that it's all your fault.
need this.
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