Knowing you was releasing the skeletons in my closet, Every laugh that we exchanged were unscripted; Right by your side, my feet laid comfortably beneath the passenger seat, Busy streets, nobody knew what we did under the busy lights Your face in front of mine, your tattoos i could still remember what they exactly looked like.
you don't deserve this but i still wrote about you; time started 6:34 pm finished 6:49 pm