You were just the guy I would love to have a cigarette with outside.
I looked up to you in a way, listening to your lyrics and trying to tie myself in which I never knew I could.
To sit on a park bench and listen to you ramble on about nothing was good enough for me.
I wouldn’t bombard you with questions or ask for personal opinions.
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We could just talk about the cold weather for all I cared.
Its hearin’ your voice in person, and meeting the man behind the voice is all I wanted.
I’d even buy you a pack of stogues if you wanted.
Heh,
But I know that will never happen.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
You were just the guy I would love to have a cigarette with outside.
I looked up to you in a way, listening to your lyrics and trying to tie myself in which I never knew I could.
To sit on a park bench and listen to you ramble on about nothing was good enough for me.
I wouldn’t bombard you with questions or ask for personal opinions.
****
We could just talk about the cold weather for all I cared.
Its hearin’ your voice in person, and meeting the man behind the voice is all I wanted.
I’d even buy you a pack of stogues if you wanted.
Heh,
But I know that will never happen.
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