maybe.

The dead heat of summer
My bones are still cold
Walk through a crowded room
Cliche, but feel alone

Let him kiss my neck
But won't let him hold my hand
Let him watch me take off
Won't let him see where I land
Watch the lights going out
But never let them back on
And with the light of the morning I'm gone

Maybe blurry kisses
But not with "just friends"
Maybe outgoing calls
But not at 2am 
Maybe there's windows
Not just closing doors
Maybe I need someone
Or just something more

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◄ raised on it.

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