the poor dancing girl she'll dance again...

i haven’t talked to you for a long time, until tonight. Same scent. Same eyes. Same smile We’re in the crowd. The band playing our fave song, but I can’t hear them. And you said “how are you?”. I said “I’m okay”. And we’re just nodding. And there’s awkward silent. My hands playing lens backward. And you’re playing your ring. And when the song stops. We both know, that, we’re apart now..way long ago. i said goodbye. And you walked away

You could be happy ~ snow patrol

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