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for my best friend

I'm starting to permanently

smell like fire

you and I

we burnt our names into the sky

by your mom's old apartments

cracking cherry bombs

us runaways aim high

 

we would always fantasize

about how we live now

four years ago

dumping out secrets into childhood music boxes

church parking lots

climbing the roof

throwing shade

taking shots

i miss the days

when we didn't have to think about tomorrow

 

time changes things

and there's no way to stop it

but little reminders of us

are scattered around my room

torn and tattered in the carpet

littered burning butts

your old cowboy boots

 

we would always fantasize

about how we live now

 

come back into my life,

let's make this a reality

cuz sometimes

I still fantasize about running away to Cali

getting our own place

playing music on the streets

the days where we didnt have to think about the one that follows

but now

you're living paycheck to paycheck

and neither of us return our calls

 

I don't know where I'm going

but I want you to be there

I don't want to let you go

it's always been

and it should always be

you and me

everywhere

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kat-7
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Jun 30, 2014
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