'It's getting late.'
she said.
She touched my face,
'Lets stay out late as we can.'
Drive around the lake
just a little too fast,
my eyes on the lights, her hand on my shoulder
Yeah, windows down
wine in our heads
the city lights just a blur
Let's go out
on a dock
we'll bring a bottle and a blanket.
And everything.
yeah, everything is going our way.
Lean into me
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