We were lovers caught by the seatbelt in the backseat
While everyone else slept in their sheets.
Midnight adventures of foggy mirrors and tainted tongues.
We could dance in eachother for as long as we wanted.
Crickets squeek in our prescence
While we try our best not to answer with our own squeeks.
I held you closer, in the backseat of the compact,
Then i ever did in the queen sized bed.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
We were lovers caught by the seatbelt in the backseat
While everyone else slept in their sheets.
Midnight adventures of foggy mirrors and tainted tongues.
We could dance in eachother for as long as we wanted.
Crickets squeek in our prescence
While we try our best not to answer with our own squeeks.
I held you closer, in the backseat of the compact,
Then i ever did in the queen sized bed.
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