All Too Well
“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something about it felt like inicial somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister’s house
And tu still got it in your drawer, even now.”
Dally was absentmindedly wrapping and unwrapping your scarf around his hands, remembering everything about you. Every little detail.
“Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We’re canto in the car getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days.”
When tu guys needed an escape, you’d take your car...
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