You looked beautiful, as the wind blew out the flame, over and over again. As another sneaky sideways glance revealed. This cigarette isn't even lit you said, you rolled your eyes, if i had worked courage to tell you, those were the prettiest eyes, you'd think i was cliched. I only know the truth, I keep it locked inside. We are just sick and tired of this town and i know. That we could just cling on, to each others skeletons, until its time to go.
As we discuss the memories of our lifestyles. For me at least i feel (and i can feel!) comfortable around you. I caught your stolen glance whilst i drove us home as slow as i could go. Your eyes shined the reflection of headlights glistened my inner smile cried I drift from stranger to acquaintance and I dare not open this because last time i time i let myself feel i am lost for the words. But its not just that.
I don't believe a girl like you would want me.
because
self deprication,
is ugly.
and i can't pretend,
to like me.
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