Sweet as a song, you and I collide in a mesh of metaphors and double entendres.
We define the car-crash hearts of this generation. Dysfunctional, yet somehow, somewhat perfect in every aspect.
It was trivial and fun and light and happy and incredible.
Your words, your touch—I don't know what else I could need.
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