Tonight.
That's all it's ever been about.
That's all it's ever been about.
The ride home.
The cigarette burning between my fingers.
The unbearable stench of tomorrow.
The sun setting on a low note.
The goodbye kiss we can't deny.
The stolen words and shoulder shrugs.
The ventilation in the bathrooms and cars.
The ventilation in the bathrooms and cars.
The new blankets for you and me.
Still hearing your laugh, you've stolen the key.
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