this is the moment that you know
that you told her that you love her but you don't.
you touch her skin.
and then you think -
that she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me.
i spent two weeks in silverlake,
the california sun cascading down my face.
there was a girl with light brown streaks.
and she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me.
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