This is the moment that you know
That you told him that you loved him but you don't.
You touch his skin and then you think
That he is beautiful but he don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, he is beautiful but he don't mean a thing to me.
I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a boy with light brown streaks
And he was
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