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Maybe this is how it will be: Every Summer I will fall in love with you With my head on your chest The sound of your breath in and out of your lungs The faint, sweet smell of  y o u The brush of your rough fingertips against my thigh It all lulls me deeper into the notion of US Until New England reclaims me Drags me from you Tear stains on your T-shirt Every Autumn I will miss you What are you doing Who are you with Can she love you better than I can Wake up spotted with sticky, black tears Grasping for a body that was never there Every Winter I will leave you Distance myself from what I can't have anyway Play it safe Protect myself Be cold to you As cold as the Boston wind against my exposed skin on nights out with friends you'll never meet It's better this way. Every Spring I will forget you Make a new mistake every night You could never know me now never love me now. In and out of other boys' beds In and out of other boys' heads Boys with cigarettes and tattoos Boys with guitars and cameras Boys with French kisses and French accents But none of them fill the hole that you used to It hurts just in time for Summer
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
Changing of the Seasons
Maybe this is how it will be: Every Summer I will fall in love with you With my head on your chest The sound of your breath in and out of your lungs The faint, sweet smell of  y o u The brush of your rough fingertips against my thigh It all lulls me deeper into the notion of US Until New England reclaims me Drags me from you Tear stains on your T-shirt Every Autumn I will miss you What are you doing Who are you with Can she love you better than I can Wake up spotted with sticky, black tears Grasping for a body that was never there Every Winter I will leave you Distance myself from what I can't have anyway Play it safe Protect myself Be cold to you As cold as the Boston wind against my exposed skin on nights out with friends you'll never meet It's better this way. Every Spring I will forget you Make a new mistake every night You could never know me now never love me now. In and out of other boys' beds In and out of other boys' heads Boys with cigarettes and tattoos Boys with guitars and cameras Boys with French kisses and French accents But none of them fill the hole that you used to It hurts just in time for Summer
#love#sad#fall#summer#winter#spring#breakup#distance#autumn#college
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
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