i dont think that passenger seat
has ever looked this good to me
he tells me about his night
and i count the colors in his eyes
he'll never fall in love he swears
as he runs his fingers through his
hair. im laughin cause i hope he's rong.
and i could tell you his favorite
colors green he loves to argue
born on the 17th his sisters beautiful
he has his fathers eyes.
and if you asked me if i loved
him. i'd lie.
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