Black and white films
Foreign are her favorite
Something about the way they make it
A little room for the imagination...i suppose...i suppose i could make it.
Instead ill think of it.
I thought of the feeling you gave me last night.
When i haven't talked to you for at least another year,
Maybe next time you said.
I still recite our last talk in my head.
Sitting in your driveway.
Your boyfriend sat inside.
He had an open mind.
Besides, we're just friends.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
Black and white films
Foreign are her favorite
Something about the way they make it
A little room for the imagination...i suppose...i suppose i could make it.
Instead ill think of it.
I thought of the feeling you gave me last night.
When i haven't talked to you for at least another year,
Maybe next time you said.
I still recite our last talk in my head.
Sitting in your driveway.
Your boyfriend sat inside.
He had an open mind.
Besides, we're just friends.
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