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and last night is hazy like the first few minutes of waking up,
placing yourself in your surroundings
and wondering how, when and why you ended up there
those secrets whispered over drinks give me a sick feeling in my stomach
and even though she heard it from a friend of a friend i still wonder how much truth it really holds
i can't pull you any closer to me when you are always (at least) days away
and i can't make one weekend last any longer than 48 hours
this distance feels as endless as the night sky
and the space between our knees on the couch could easily be a million miles apart
sometimes conversations end before they begin
and sometimes love is really the only way to justify lust
placing yourself in your surroundings
and wondering how, when and why you ended up there
those secrets whispered over drinks give me a sick feeling in my stomach
and even though she heard it from a friend of a friend i still wonder how much truth it really holds
i can't pull you any closer to me when you are always (at least) days away
and i can't make one weekend last any longer than 48 hours
this distance feels as endless as the night sky
and the space between our knees on the couch could easily be a million miles apart
sometimes conversations end before they begin
and sometimes love is really the only way to justify lust