(no subject)
We looked like giants in the back of my gray subcompact
Fumbling to make contact as the others slept inside
And together there in a shroud of frost, the mountain air began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
and I held you closer than anyone would ever get
Do you remember the J.A.M.C and reading aloud from magazines?
I don't know about you, but I swear on my name
they could smell it on me
And I've never been too good with secrets
Fumbling to make contact as the others slept inside
And together there in a shroud of frost, the mountain air began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
and I held you closer than anyone would ever get
Do you remember the J.A.M.C and reading aloud from magazines?
I don't know about you, but I swear on my name
they could smell it on me
And I've never been too good with secrets