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god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
remembering when you were mine
in a still suburban town
when every thursday i'd brave those mountain passes
and you'd skip your early classes
and we'd learn how our bodies worked
god d*mn the black night with all its foul temptations
i've become what i always hated
when i was with you then
we looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
fumbling to make contact
as the others slept inside
and together there
in a shroud of frost, the mountain air
began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
and i held you closer than anyone would ever get
do you remember the JAMC?
and reading aloud from magazines
i don't know about you but i swear on my name they could smell it on me
i've never been too good with secrets
no
and together there
in a shroud of frost and mountain air
began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
and i held you closer