Cold nights and nervous bones
Your laugh makes me smile
The parking lot is empty
We are full of tentativeness
Cute awkwardness
This feels right
Like nothing else has before
I feel happy
I blushed a lot.
You're so sweet
You called me gorgeous
We didn't even touch
But it feels like we did.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
Cold nights and nervous bones
Your laugh makes me smile
The parking lot is empty
We are full of tentativeness
Cute awkwardness
This feels right
Like nothing else has before
I feel happy
I blushed a lot.
You're so sweet
You called me gorgeous
We didn't even touch
But it feels like we did.
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