it's a pretty lyric... i seem to be on a spoon bender.
it's cooler today, some chance of rain
spots on the sidewalk
i'm thinking again
i look different, he acts the same
my eyes want to talk
i just don't pretend
so let's articulate
our thoughts in the dark
a box of wine
alone in the park
and talk about
when we first felt, lightning bugs...
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