Jun 2013
These are the nights that I wish I had more than just frozen frames,
more than just fickle photos,
a fistful of film
faltering features;
more than just snapshots in my gray matter
more than just fickle photos,
a fistful of film
faltering features;
more than just snapshots in my gray matter
I like the way we sat in the back seat of your car.
I like the way the music playing didn't have any words.
I like the way we fogged up the windows simply by reminiscing. By inhaling; exhaling.
I like the way the music playing didn't have any words.
I like the way we fogged up the windows simply by reminiscing. By inhaling; exhaling.
