why did we keep coming back?
Your name destroys my tact
plastered on walls, scribbled onto tape.
First, we should've moved on by now,
cosmo's time scale is way off for getting over,
and how many horrific kissers did i have to Kiss,
evidence that i, at first base, was a slut?
and still unable to remember something new,
because that summer Was that summer when you were
The only thing i wanted to remember.
how can i compare now with what remains, to this date, the
Greatest? how come to see your face, to hear
your name, is to feel the abstract?
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