I’m in a dorm room with the lights all off,
You were there, it’s 5:15.
The day was fading and all I see
Is the flickering lights from the city.
The sun was burning now just like the whiskey,
Or was it Crown? It’s 9:16.
I smelled tangerines.
Was that your perfume?
I swear I could see for miles in your eyes.
You wanted me to say it, so I said it.
I’m afraid.
To be myself, to be a man.
But I’m 19.
Guess I’ll figure that out as best I can.
I really miss that dorm room.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
I’m in a dorm room with the lights all off,
You were there, it’s 5:15.
The day was fading and all I see
Is the flickering lights from the city.
The sun was burning now just like the whiskey,
Or was it Crown? It’s 9:16.
I smelled tangerines.
Was that your perfume?
I swear I could see for miles in your eyes.
You wanted me to say it, so I said it.
I’m afraid.
To be myself, to be a man.
But I’m 19.
Guess I’ll figure that out as best I can.
I really miss that dorm room.
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