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And this was just from a kiss

I need to et worse I need to draw that line between real and pretend

To oes below the waist

Hell, below the neck

She breaks the silence “I… I shouldn’t have kissed you I’m sorry”

Is she apologizing to uy who’s her first choice?

I guess it doesn’t matter

She wants him

I’onna be the other man

And I’onna lose her

“Me too” The words feel like a lie

“Anything I should know about this crowd?”

“I’m not sure I know shit about this crowd”

“Oh?” She lowers the mirror on the visor Checks her lipstick—still perfect “You don’t know her friends?”

“The old ones, yeah But I can’t i up”