i don t wanna write a song about missing you from 7 to 17 i didn t know how lucky i was until now and i didn t really expect to break down back in this fake town but look at us now peddling barefoot over the hot ground thoughts bound down to you we knew we had made the last sound two summers ago in the afternoon they say don t fall in love with your best friend they say it s not worth the pain when it ends well that depends i don t know about you but i don t give a fuck what they recommend they say don t fall in love with your best friend they say it s not worth the pain when it ends well that depends i don t know about you but i don t give a fuck what they recommend lost crossed tossing in my drawers something about the way you saw me way you saw the world see you curled up dreaming on the floor how you welcomed me home had me going out more our walks in the boondocks one sided talks you were my best friend you were the hound to my fox so stop let s talk let s put it on pause making it up improvise like a black box considering i m on a fantodical rebound a balletic fanatical down my radical analysis has found my cataractic rush that s having me drown and i ll grab that didactic and the profound and build something for you but i said all i need to say two summers ago in the afternoon and youre gone too soon and i didn t want to write a song about missing you but we re making it up improvise like a black box they say don t fall in love with your best friend they say it s not worth the pain when it ends well that depends i don t know about you but i don t give a fuck what they recommend they say don t fall in love with your best friend they say it s not worth the pain when it ends well that depends i don t know about you but i don t give a fuck what they recommend
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