we are not dancers
i’m finally -- finally -- at her house
a promise that we made ages ago
and held onto for so long because i missed her
and she missed me
my fault i didn’t look at her when we could see each other
no one’s fault we were kept apart
but things are mostly okay now.
and i’m finally at her house, so far away from my own
worth the travel because she’s promised me
music is what brought us together
we are not dancers
but she has a record player
pretty vinyls of the songs we could only message each other to cry about
and once she’s shown me around and i have to practically beg
she puts one on
a song that’s made me think of her ever since i started thinking of her
it promises running away
a far-fetched dream when we couldn’t leave
not so far off now that soon enough we can, soon enough we can run for real
as the record scratches i pray we last long enough
gravity,
she’s smiling and i’ve missed her
and we are not dancers but i can’t help but nod my head when the beat kicks in
miming air guitar in a horrible manner while she laughs at me
i’m not a guitarist either
but she’s here and i’m here and she’s my best friend and i can’t help but spin
i’m finally -- finally -- at her house
a promise that we made ages ago
and held onto for so long because i missed her
and she missed me
my fault i didn’t look at her when we could see each other
no one’s fault we were kept apart
but things are mostly okay now.
and i’m finally at her house, so far away from my own
worth the travel because she’s promised me
music is what brought us together
we are not dancers
but she has a record player
pretty vinyls of the songs we could only message each other to cry about
and once she’s shown me around and i have to practically beg
she puts one on
a song that’s made me think of her ever since i started thinking of her
it promises running away
a far-fetched dream when we couldn’t leave
not so far off now that soon enough we can, soon enough we can run for real
as the record scratches i pray we last long enough
gravity,
she’s smiling and i’ve missed her
and we are not dancers but i can’t help but nod my head when the beat kicks in
miming air guitar in a horrible manner while she laughs at me
i’m not a guitarist either
but she’s here and i’m here and she’s my best friend and i can’t help but spin
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