And i've got a twenty dollar bill that says..
our situation may have changed, drastically, but some things will always be the same. The way you smile, the way you smell, the way you laugh. I love it, I can't get enough of it. I hate it. I hate you. You make me sick, and not in a good way, not anymore. You're sitting next to me, in my passenger seat, and it brings back memories. I'm playing with my hair, because it's kind of awkward, it shouldn't be. So we used to make out passionately, like we had been starved of any human contact for years, while pressed up against the very window you were currently looking out of? We barely talked at all at work, do we think we can cover our tracks? After being found out by everyone, weeks ago? It doesn't matter anymore. "You always make me laugh, you're so "good little white boy" but you burst out with "I like gangsta rap and drugs!" "damn straight, thats how i roll" typical you. Dressed in gap from head to toe, hair elegantly disheveled with gel. You ask about my plans, and we make out exchange. Prescriptions for Cash, 'partners'..still partners..just a different game, just as dangerous though, isn't it?
I found a new muse, to take my mind off of you, because I'll admit, I knew you were no good from the get go..
And just as quickly as the boy who made my stomach jump, made my heart pound, who had such a sweet kiss, and had that secret shy side that I sometimes felt only I knew, walked into my life.. he walked out. "I got fired" No more stealing kisses in the back alley, or worse the mens room. No more staying late to keep you company while you closed, or sitting with you in the parking lot ignoring my phone calls, kissing your neck while you talked to your best friend, my cousin, about a party you were missing, while you stumbled to think of an excuse as to why you were missing it. Now when I go to work I have nothing to look forward to, besides..work itself. You make it worth while.
In your own right, you both did. I don't think you knew about eachother. Only one of you would have really cared I suppose. I wish I could turn back time. November 5th was a favorite. I had both of you where I wanted you. Things change all too quickly.
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