| The first time I saw you was in your apartment
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| I had followed my friends single-file through the darkness
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| I looked your direction for excessive inspection
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| And I could not muster the courage to say a single word
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| For a while we were playing this game that your friends bought
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| But everyone cheated and no one could spell
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| You didn’t say much of anything
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| I must have come off annoying, cause you went to bed
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| I walk home with my eyes low
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| Dreaming up conversations we’ll have tomorrow
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| Your loose ends, my new friends
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| All the classes in high school we fell asleep in
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| But now I can hardly close my eyes
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| The next time I saw you was in your apartment
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| Oh, why do I keep ending up here on starlit evenings?
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| I should be home sleeping
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| But this time you sat next to me on the couch
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| (Dude, nice!)
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| I stare out the window
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| Hands glued tight and sore
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| Praying to God-knows-what
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| That you would sever what’s stuck
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| With something shiny from the kitchen drawer
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| I walk home with my eyes low
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| Dreaming up conversations we’ll have tomorrow
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| Your loose ends, my new friends
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| All the classes in high school we fell asleep in
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| But now I can hardly close my eyes
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| I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to hang out tonight
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| We could make dinner or something |