sept twenty fifth at five twenty p.m.
i think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now

i'm the eyes that wander to the pages of the book of the person beside me on the train.

and you are the first hint of blood at the start of a nosebleed.

and you are the song that gets stuck in my head every night.

and you are the annoying commercial that comes on tv every time a show goes to break that everyone hates.

and you are the first kiss.

and i want to be that excitement.

apr�s - vers l'avant

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