Park that car, drop that phone
sleep on the floor, dream about me.
I remember listening to this back when I was 15 and falling in love with it. I forgot about it recently but now that it is 3 in the morning where I am at, I remember it again and it is still perfect in every way. Maybe more so, in the middle of the night, huddled up in my quilt, the light of the screen and my fairy lights the only brightness in my tiny room.
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