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We looked like giants in the back of my gray subcompact
fumbling to make contact as the others slept inside
and together there in a shroud of frost
the mountain air began to pass through ever pane of weathered glass
and i held you closer than anyone would ever get
Do you remember the J.A.M.C and reading aloud from magazines?
i don't know about you, but i swear on my name
they could smell it on me
And i've never been too good with secrets