We run back to your house,
The lights are still on,
And they cover your freckled face,
Like it's the sun.
The grass brushes our feet,
And the wind catches in your hair,
And you look like you're in a movie
And you'll kiss me then
And when I think I'm used to it,
you do.
i'm addicted now;
you hand is in mine again,
i'll never be clean.
I follow you down the dark, dank stairway,
Not taking a glance back the way we came.
The footsteps I take are whispers;
No one can hear them but me.
But you still listen to my heartbeat
It's strewn on the floor
again, because I was too lazy
to throw it in the hamper
and instead it's on the carpet floor.
And it's there next time
I'm crying on the floor;
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