Tom (hero) wrote,

  • Mood:
  • Music:
up on the rooftop
figuring out the stars
we understood and knew
this is where we belong
the bottles are here
washed into a corner
the closest reminders
of the last time we spent
it makes me tihnk
of the drives we shared
windows rolled down
heat on full crank
were those times really real?
honest and full of conviction?
or did they slip throw the holes
in your swiss cheese brain?
now its the same time of year
as when we first danced
and the sky's all dramatic
goddamn romance
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