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The way I would take, say, Contraband Something I'm not allowed to have But best administered in small doses Not even on a regular basis Drawn to you, like faint, bright lights on a dark night Blinking at the far end of the road Waiting, but I'm not even sure if they're real I'd take you all in Clear waters I would drown myself in And never having to come up for air I'd rather breathe you in Sweet familiar scent of 3am walking around the city, Endless 2am rooftop conversations, And the 4am anticipation of sunrises In last night's clothes of drinks and dancing To the music of our laughter filling the air and Shots of attraction that burned our throats, Quenched our thirst But left us still So parched and wanting more Than electric shocks of desire quickly coursing through our veins Giving me nostalgic chills twenty years down the road In tomorrows we won't share Because we'd rather fall off cliffs now and Dance around the inevitable Tonight And all those nights As we break free of all our memories The photographs, little notes in library books, restaurant receipts, and movie tickets All the little snippets of all those moments We'll always have But can never take to Tomorrow and All the way down that road So here we'll part Sometime When you're lost In another long story you're recalling In great detail, for my sake I'll take a left And you won't even see me disappear Hey, I'll tell myself Over And over Again At least I get to keep you In the faintest of afterglows.
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
I like you
The way I would take, say, Contraband Something I'm not allowed to have But best administered in small doses Not even on a regular basis Drawn to you, like faint, bright lights on a dark night Blinking at the far end of the road Waiting, but I'm not even sure if they're real I'd take you all in Clear waters I would drown myself in And never having to come up for air I'd rather breathe you in Sweet familiar scent of 3am walking around the city, Endless 2am rooftop conversations, And the 4am anticipation of sunrises In last night's clothes of drinks and dancing To the music of our laughter filling the air and Shots of attraction that burned our throats, Quenched our thirst But left us still So parched and wanting more Than electric shocks of desire quickly coursing through our veins Giving me nostalgic chills twenty years down the road In tomorrows we won't share Because we'd rather fall off cliffs now and Dance around the inevitable Tonight And all those nights As we break free of all our memories The photographs, little notes in library books, restaurant receipts, and movie tickets All the little snippets of all those moments We'll always have But can never take to Tomorrow and All the way down that road So here we'll part Sometime When you're lost In another long story you're recalling In great detail, for my sake I'll take a left And you won't even see me disappear Hey, I'll tell myself Over And over Again At least I get to keep you In the faintest of afterglows.
littlejoelle
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
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