Lovely
Saturday, 22 August 2009
Fast Car
I remember we were driving, driving in your car,
Speeds so fast felt like I drunk, city lights laid out before us,
And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulders.
And I had a feeling that I belonged,
I had a feeling I could be someone.
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