And we danced. He somehow planted a sneaky kiss on my neck, and followed with another on my cheeks, and then lips. He said that they're soft and so nice to connect to. I found comfort just laying in his arms, head on his chest. It's been so long since I last felt warm hands on my waist. It makes me think of the last time you held me in your arms.
I drove home in a blur, refusing to focus. Because these streets, they remind me of you.
Cause today,
That was yesterday,
Yesterday is over,
It's a different day,
Sounds like a broken record,
Playin' over
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*hug*
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