we started the way we ended
you were still dating someone
when you slept with me
I don’t know if anyone knew that
or would believe me
but I remember the afternoon before your birthday
and that white dress you still wear
I slept with another young, redheaded girl
I didn’t have a reason why
but I remember breaking up with you
the next evening
watching you cry,
I was ashamed, and ******
don’t act so adult, you might miss out
on being a fool like me
the yellow sign had crime written on it
and I let it go, trying to its memories
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
we started the way we ended
you were still dating someone
when you slept with me
I don’t know if anyone knew that
or would believe me
but I remember the afternoon before your birthday
and that white dress you still wear
I slept with another young, redheaded girl
I didn’t have a reason why
but I remember breaking up with you
the next evening
watching you cry,
I was ashamed, and ******
don’t act so adult, you might miss out
on being a fool like me
the yellow sign had crime written on it
and I let it go, trying to its memories
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