I'll be your number one. And you'll be quoting me. In every memory you'd like to relive then forget, I'll be camping out in the background. Against the wall, pulling you against the grain. Shave this down to naked flesh like it means something to be just two bodies again.
"Forget everything you think you know about me.
This isn't highschool."
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