N-n-nothin' on you, baby.
We wandered all over the town
With no such destination,
Rainy rooftops and
Laughing out the open windows
As wind stung our cheeks,
As people turned to stare.
We were young,
But your car smelled like cigarettes
And the leather was brown, who knew?
Hell, it was dark
And your kisses tasted like
Uncooked s'mores
And the liquor that washed it down
While leaving us thirsting for more.
More of what,
We have yet to figure out,
The path lies exorbitantly empty.
Yeah, I know you liked that word.
My secret is that I'm afraid it will happen too quickly for me to appreciate it.
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