Its three in the morning. The city is dead, but we're still trying to stay alive. We've travelled every street and I guess its time to leave, but I hope for every light to be red because I can't breathe without you and I don't want to. I'm sorry that I'll miss you and I can't hold your hand until you fall asleep. I'm kissing you in your car through
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i wrote it myself, and its the first thing I've written in a while.
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