April 4, 2010
Here we are.
Sitting in the dark.
Nothing between us but this big old rug.
I think to myself, what could this be?
Nothing more than just a friendly chat.
You with your amazing music, sense of style..
But no, I see you as something more.
It kills me to know you may not feel the same.
But we've got this morning ahead of us.
Let's live it up and have no one to blame..
At the crack of dawn we wake.
I begin to think maybe this whole night was a mistake.

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