Pick me up, walk me home, and it feels like god threw me a bone sticky sweet tangerine would you sit and keep me company in the dark I’m not scared I just reach and you’re right there shooting stars racing cars everything I own just feels like ours and it’s too hard to describe this in a way that feels honest but even when I’m quiet I love you baby I promise and I hope I never see what your face looks like going a face I swear that I could spend my whole life knowing here’s to hoping
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