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Sweatpants and sweet kisses or baggy jeans and sparks that fly?

High, and a little bit shy, sometimes when I’m him I feel i‘m living a lie.

Banter filled and drinks are spilled. It’s amazing to see how i‘m so strong willed. His presence alone, destroys the walls, you took so long to build.

Risk. Comfort. RISK!.... COMFORT!

It plays on my mind all the time,

Different people, they both look so fine..

I’d explain the rest of what’s on my mind,

But first I got to find some shit that rhymes

fuck it.