we used to roll the windows down
and play the music loud
smoking out in her car
think its where it stole my heart
and we’d get drunk and kiss
our bodies twist like shoe laces.
And we never came out on top;
I guess you were just my type.
You know that summer never stopped.
I still pretend I’m there.
Bands in the living room,
neighbors ain’t never
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