looking at each other
wrapped in two different
beds
we smiles, laugh, giggle
and seem happy
(it’s sickeningly cute)
we sing along to music
to regina spektor and the
decemberists
I don’t know all the lyrics
but she knows how to
sing
it’s a night to remember
I’m sure
in sixty years,
in thirty years
in fifteen
in ten
I’ll be thinking about
these great times
before everything happened
and nothing happened any-
more
before love died and happiness
stopped and youth wore away
on the rocks
I will remember the smiles
and the music and this night
like so many others will be
what keeps me going on for
the dark times to come
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
looking at each other
wrapped in two different
beds
we smiles, laugh, giggle
and seem happy
(it’s sickeningly cute)
we sing along to music
to regina spektor and the
decemberists
I don’t know all the lyrics
but she knows how to
sing
it’s a night to remember
I’m sure
in sixty years,
in thirty years
in fifteen
in ten
I’ll be thinking about
these great times
before everything happened
and nothing happened any-
more
before love died and happiness
stopped and youth wore away
on the rocks
I will remember the smiles
and the music and this night
like so many others will be
what keeps me going on for
the dark times to come
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