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I'm walking myself home.
this night is cold and wet
but i don't notice.
Did I just skip?
I didn't mean to
but my feet couldn't help it.
My heart pounds so loud
from emtiotions it's not
known a week that I
tell it to keep quiet
because I swear you must
be able to hear it in
your room.
I feel dizzy
like when your seven
and you get off a tire swing
and you hardly know
which way is up but
you know your running and
your laughing and you want
another ride and you know
it's up your finding
not down.
Kiss me again
Just like you did tonight.
Spin with me,
I promise the swing
will hold.
Do I hear something behind me?
I smile and exhale releasing white
and I can't quite explain why
but i want to show you
the way my breath hangs
in the air tonight