Music/title: We Move Like the Ocean; Bad Suns
“Sit me down.”
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The pain is only temporary, love..
Now that is truly something to fear….
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Music/title: Cardiac Arrest; Bad Suns
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I wasn’t going to ask… I didn’t think you’d remember
There I sat, quietly trying to think of the song that I wanted so very badly.
I tried putting myself back in front of the stage- Surrounded by alcohol and carelessly made socialization.
I was so mad at myself for not remembering to write it down or look it up that night.
Moments away from giving up, I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask….
I hadn’t been that taken aback from you in so long…
You merely snapped your fingers, threw both feet firmly down, and grinned at me..
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…this. These are the reasons we love.
It’s the little things… Such as someone simply knowing you so well as to look up and remember the name of a song- Keeping it a secret, because they know somewhere down the line you’re GOING to remember. Or you’re going to NEED it. And it will just be there.
Like it was never gone in the first place.
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