let's hear it for america's sweethearts; i must confess, i'm in love with my own sins.
confused confused confused. eight of the best days of my life with nine of the best people in my life. plane rides, train rides, bus rides. heads on shoulders. drunken hugs. kings in every city; kings of every city. snowy mountains; sunny beaches. "leave me breathless." nicknames. eighty cent gelato and four dollar hot dogs. crunchy musli that lasted us through every city. "i want something else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life." zip zap boing, shoulders, spin the bottle. never have i ever run out of never have i evers. more than friends, not quite siblings. "dude, you made out with your SISTER!" listening to scotty doesn't know every single day. "heeeell yeah!" sleeping until 6pm. drinking on the dock. screaming our hearts out at jealous midwestern public school kids. love love love. best fall break ever.
i hate how much i love you. it's over for real this time, and i know i shouldn't still care, but i do, i do, i do. it's so unfair. you turned my life upside down and then left me here, lost. i shouldn't still care but i can't help it, you've seeped into my pores and no matter how much i scrub at my skin, i just can't wash you away.
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