At a funky record store
We found on a corner
I sat down on the floor
& chatted up some foreigner
At dark
With cigarettes and warm beer
We stumbled to Alamo Park
& watched the lights disappear
At dawn
I woke up wrapped around you
You kissed me and yawned
& then it hit me, and I knew
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
At a funky record store
We found on a corner
I sat down on the floor
& chatted up some foreigner
At dark
With cigarettes and warm beer
We stumbled to Alamo Park
& watched the lights disappear
At dawn
I woke up wrapped around you
You kissed me and yawned
& then it hit me, and I knew
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