You were sitting in your car
smoking a cigarette,
looking for all the world
like a pound shop prince
a marketplace marquis
about to steal my heart
And I fell,
so quick and hard
that my feet touched
nothing but thin air,
on the way up or down
And there’s never been a summer
that flashed before my eyes
as fast as ninety eighty-nine
And I wonder
of all the things you’ve done,
the places you have been
without me
The things that you have seen
my eyes have never touched on.
Jul 3, 2024
Jul 3, 2024 at 8:43 AM UTC
You were sitting in your car
smoking a cigarette,
looking for all the world
like a pound shop prince
a marketplace marquis
about to steal my heart
And I fell,
so quick and hard
that my feet touched
nothing but thin air,
on the way up or down
And there’s never been a summer
that flashed before my eyes
as fast as ninety eighty-nine
And I wonder
of all the things you’ve done,
the places you have been
without me
The things that you have seen
my eyes have never touched on.
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