Listening to: enya
Feeling: obnoxious
Do you remember when we first met?
I sure do
It was some time in early September
But you were lazy about it, you made me wait around
I was so crazy about you, I didn't mind
So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours
Guess that I was afraid that if you rode away
You might not roll back my direction real soon
But all these times, they come and go
And alone don't seem so long
We can't rewind, we're locked in time
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