Listening to: the postal service
Feeling: addicted
that feeling
i cant place it
am i happy
or complacent?
the sounds made by only us
on those dark, silent nights
will we ever know if it was love or lust?
whichever...i'll dream about your smile
the innocent, so shy
so far from guilty is not a lie
and you, my love
so far from innocent
just let it last forever.
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