We walk down the streets,
passing eachother by,
we glance,
but never speak,
we know what would happen,
we'd be in a car,
with our close off,
doing what we both know is wrong,
but what we love to do,
cheating is wrong,
but in the moment it feel so good,
a late phone call,
and we both give in,
meeting in a vacant parking lot,
doing what we love do to.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 5:22 PM UTC
We walk down the streets,
passing eachother by,
we glance,
but never speak,
we know what would happen,
we'd be in a car,
with our close off,
doing what we both know is wrong,
but what we love to do,
cheating is wrong,
but in the moment it feel so good,
a late phone call,
and we both give in,
meeting in a vacant parking lot,
doing what we love do to.
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