Sometimes my eyes are up and I'm running, arms pumping and steps never more certain--
Other times, girl to floor to nothing.
But now you're outside and I walk out in sweatpants, hair to the wind--
(you have no idea how glad i am to have you right now)
Let's you and me make a night of it
Let's take our scars out tonight, see how salt air feels in winter.
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