Everything is safely stored in the Archives
You don't know what love is.
This is what love is:
I'm sleeping in the backseat
as Carter drives us
I think it was a crime, the things we waste trying to not waste our time
...what happened to the way that we always said we’d be
..that frequency inside my head that says
I’m going at it the hard way.
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