messages in blue. crayon colored in pages in the outlines of you. indigo and waxy. dimpled terrain from the edge of your tears to the center of your pain
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So, is that what you call a getaway? Well tell me what you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish. I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield.
I'm dying to know, do you like dreaming of things so impossible or only the practical or ever the wild or waiting through all your bad bad days just to end them with someone you care about and do you like making out and long drives and brown eyes and guys that just don't quite fit in yeah do you like them So yes, I'll see you there.