vrijdag 3 september 2010

cop car

Remember the dance
at our high school gym
we stayed out til 3 AM
and we swore we'd never change when we graduated.
We had high hopes for USC,
they accepted you, and didn't me.
And now I'm working out of home, at a place you used to go.
Everything here reminds me of you,
my car still smells like your perfume,
You used to wear out on dates and it drive me insane.
And this is how I cope with losing you.

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