I always hear it and think "our song" and I think of your face and I just think of you. I think of the time we put it on our friends radio in her basement during her party, before everyone had arrived. I think of us sprawled out on the floor, of you holding my hand and my head on your stomach. I think of how I threw the necklace my newest ex had given me somewhere on the floor and kissed you, because I'd wanted you the whole time and now you were mine. I think of your arm around me and how it felt to kiss you and keep you. I thought of us going under her table and being crouched there together with you, laughing at how people thought we were ******* when we were just holding hands under a table. How you ran your hands down my sides while we were dancing in the darkness of her basement like a couple of idiots because it was pitch black and it felt like privacy, felt like us alone. I think of how it's our song. Except, it isn't our song anymore.