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I'm starting to permanently smell like fire you and I we burnt our names into the sky by your mom's old apartments cracking cherry bombs us runaways aim high we would always fantasize about how we live now four years ago dumping out secrets into childhood music boxes church parking lots climbing the roof throwing shade taking shots i miss the days when we didn't have to think about tomorrow time changes things and there's no way to stop it but little reminders of us are scattered around my room torn and tattered in the carpet littered burning butts your old cowboy boots we would always fantasize about how we live now come back into my life, let's make this a reality cuz sometimes I still fantasize about running away to Cali getting our own place playing music on the streets the days where we didnt have to think about the one that follows but now you're living paycheck to paycheck and neither of us return our calls I don't know where I'm going but I want you to be there I don't want to let you go it's always been and it should always be you and me everywhere
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
for my best friend
I'm starting to permanently smell like fire you and I we burnt our names into the sky by your mom's old apartments cracking cherry bombs us runaways aim high we would always fantasize about how we live now four years ago dumping out secrets into childhood music boxes church parking lots climbing the roof throwing shade taking shots i miss the days when we didn't have to think about tomorrow time changes things and there's no way to stop it but little reminders of us are scattered around my room torn and tattered in the carpet littered burning butts your old cowboy boots we would always fantasize about how we live now come back into my life, let's make this a reality cuz sometimes I still fantasize about running away to Cali getting our own place playing music on the streets the days where we didnt have to think about the one that follows but now you're living paycheck to paycheck and neither of us return our calls I don't know where I'm going but I want you to be there I don't want to let you go it's always been and it should always be you and me everywhere
kat-7
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kat-7
American
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
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