If we go down we go down together unless I get caught first, then it's every man for himself and when I'm the last one standing and you're caught red-handed you know I won't do you the same. And you know that when I'm so last summer you can come back when I'm in season again. It will always be on your terms, but I'll take what I can get.
And you. You're not a phone person but I'm getting so impatient and have become quite the lush. I'll drown myself to flood my thoughts out and watch everything I wanted to say come out in sobs. And I'll walk around and wait for you to call but I keep forgetting your phone's broken but once a week. It's ok. We'll get through it just to make it through the year to another summer.
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