like the cubans w/ the jesus piece.
and its just me, the boy who drove you home that night, slightly passed 10:35 p.m i turned to look at you, and your smile made me feel warm like the gray sweatshirt you were wearing. I wanted nothing more than to make the next kiss i gave you last forever. But what lasts forever? and as my lips lost their grip, and pulled apart from yours it had already passed me by. Slightly passed 10:55 p.m standing at your front porch, making my way back to my car for the last time. Slightly passed 11:10 p.m on this friday night, with the stars bearing down bright like the atmosopheric pressure, no i cant make moments last forever.