Sleeping one night on a train to Vietnam, You carved our names in a heart On the TatTered scraped and ruined wall of the sleeper cabin.
Back in Good Ol' West Virginia I carved a heart all about me and you into a park bench. I'm sure that bench has got rained and poured and sunburned for a good year now.
What about that time on the Ferris Wheel
Where I wrote a "Jacob Loves ****" right on the peeling paint
(you know that one was rough cause the Splinterhead who ran the ferris wheel found out, and beat the **** out of me) Before they kicked us out
I got in two or three good punches, and you laughed at my ********
As you nursed my ****** lip with some Ice in that MCDONALDS off I95
Most of all I rember 'cause
You kissed me on my broken lip
And my black eye
And My probably broken rib
**** I may have lost the fight
But I sure did win
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 11:07 PM UTC
Sleeping one night on a train to Vietnam, You carved our names in a heart On the TatTered scraped and ruined wall of the sleeper cabin.
Back in Good Ol' West Virginia I carved a heart all about me and you into a park bench. I'm sure that bench has got rained and poured and sunburned for a good year now.
What about that time on the Ferris Wheel
Where I wrote a "Jacob Loves ****" right on the peeling paint
(you know that one was rough cause the Splinterhead who ran the ferris wheel found out, and beat the **** out of me) Before they kicked us out
I got in two or three good punches, and you laughed at my ********
As you nursed my ****** lip with some Ice in that MCDONALDS off I95
Most of all I rember 'cause
You kissed me on my broken lip
And my black eye
And My probably broken rib
**** I may have lost the fight
But I sure did win
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