Blue skies
And old brick buildings
Loud cars
And crowds of students
We're sat
At my window
Bracing the Boston cold
Crisp air the smell of smoke
She's wearing three f*cking coats
And yet she's still shivering
Cracked lips
And old school games
Same ones we've always played
She's sitting next to me
As we stare at the screen
3am and time to go
She's stayed the night a time before
But that hasn't happened in a while
She's into
Fast cars
Loud bars
Obsessing over pop stars
Never know what we are
Couldn't make it that far
I would say that it's okay
But she already knows it is
She's on the fast track
Quick pass
Can't forget a fresh pack
Never time to sit back
All tight no slack
I'm impressed she makes the time for me
I've seen her
Two times in the past two weeks
Little less than I want it to be
Last time was back at mine same old routine
Little more than friends
Not a clear in between
I'd love a little direction
But don't mind our current arrangement
She's not the type to give clear answers
And I'm not the type to need them
She's about 5'9 in her platform shoes
Always wearing that shade of blue
When we're out she always sits in the booth
When she's out sends me a drunk text or two
She's got a stud in her nose and five tattoos
Four of which I know the meaning to
Six years since I met her
Through a friend we knew
One that we've since both outgrew
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Blue skies
And old brick buildings
Loud cars
And crowds of students
We're sat
At my window
Bracing the Boston cold
Crisp air the smell of smoke
She's wearing three f*cking coats
And yet she's still shivering
Cracked lips
And old school games
Same ones we've always played
She's sitting next to me
As we stare at the screen
3am and time to go
She's stayed the night a time before
But that hasn't happened in a while
She's into
Fast cars
Loud bars
Obsessing over pop stars
Never know what we are
Couldn't make it that far
I would say that it's okay
But she already knows it is
She's on the fast track
Quick pass
Can't forget a fresh pack
Never time to sit back
All tight no slack
I'm impressed she makes the time for me
I've seen her
Two times in the past two weeks
Little less than I want it to be
Last time was back at mine same old routine
Little more than friends
Not a clear in between
I'd love a little direction
But don't mind our current arrangement
She's not the type to give clear answers
And I'm not the type to need them
She's about 5'9 in her platform shoes
Always wearing that shade of blue
When we're out she always sits in the booth
When she's out sends me a drunk text or two
She's got a stud in her nose and five tattoos
Four of which I know the meaning to
Six years since I met her
Through a friend we knew
One that we've since both outgrew
And old brick buildings
Loud cars
And crowds of students
We're sat
At my window
Bracing the Boston cold
Crisp air the smell of smoke
She's wearing three f*cking coats
And yet she's still shivering
Cracked lips
And old school games
Same ones we've always played
She's sitting next to me
As we stare at the screen
3am and time to go
She's stayed the night a time before
But that hasn't happened in a while
She's into
Fast cars
Loud bars
Obsessing over pop stars
Never know what we are
Couldn't make it that far
I would say that it's okay
But she already knows it is
She's on the fast track
Quick pass
Can't forget a fresh pack
Never time to sit back
All tight no slack
I'm impressed she makes the time for me
I've seen her
Two times in the past two weeks
Little less than I want it to be
Last time was back at mine same old routine
Little more than friends
Not a clear in between
I'd love a little direction
But don't mind our current arrangement
She's not the type to give clear answers
And I'm not the type to need them
She's about 5'9 in her platform shoes
Always wearing that shade of blue
When we're out she always sits in the booth
When she's out sends me a drunk text or two
She's got a stud in her nose and five tattoos
Four of which I know the meaning to
Six years since I met her
Through a friend we knew
One that we've since both outgrew
Writer: Chase Moran
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