The Last Time
The last time I saw you, we were so in-tense, every thing about you seemed too perfectThat last night on the Promenade, awake, alive, it hurt to breathe
There’s just nothing like when the pheromones are mixing and I'm getting a contact high off your laugh
Since the last time, the whole thing is never far from my mind
Its like a sore I can't stop picking, or somewhere I like to hide when nothing else makes sense
That look you gave me, that last night on St James, like I was ten feet tall
When I look back on it now, its still as sweet as something stolen, but you know how that goes
The river is different each time you step in it, its ALWAYS the last time
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