The candlelight glowed through the glass of beer on the coffee table.
The bubbles float to the top just like our laughter, rising over the soundtrack of the night.
The haze I see grows around your face,
Like a halo of slight debauchery framing chestnut eyes.
Take this moment and let it fly
We're going to take it far.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
The candlelight glowed through the glass of beer on the coffee table.
The bubbles float to the top just like our laughter, rising over the soundtrack of the night.
The haze I see grows around your face,
Like a halo of slight debauchery framing chestnut eyes.
Take this moment and let it fly
We're going to take it far.
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