I walked back into the apartment
Possibly drunk
With the aims all fucked up and familiar
I’ve felt the same way since she
Stopped by to say hello
And I wanted so badly just to kiss her
Remember her?
In Polaroids we were fine then.
What were we laughing at?
I tried my hardest to burn them
But they got put up on my wall
Instead.
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Wow... this is amazingly simple, and good because of it.
Complex.
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