We are in the parking lot wishing
The navy sky was a blanket to cover us,
But the rain puddles have soaked my jeans
And there is more to come.
You say you don’t know if it’s good to like someone this much
And someday we can be together much longer
Than we are now apart.
But for tonight I hold you just like this
Asphalt holds us here.
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