Cold Shower Tuesdays   





Her finger traced I love you 

In the palm of my hand 

That's still the only time 

My belly's ever hit the floor like that 

 

Your feet in my lap 

We drove the past 

Knowing we would turn around again 

 

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Tell her I'm not sorry 

Mention my Ferrari 

Just don't tell her that 

I miss her 

She wanted in 

I wanted out 

And that's the last thing we talked about 

 

Remember how our hands matched 

Love lines, same size 

I guess I should have checked 

To the lifelines were in line 

 

I called on the phone 

You still felt alone 

And talked about the songs that made you cry 

 

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Campfire cookies 

And John Hughes movies 

Jr. mints & cold shower Tuesdays 

November shivers and rearview mirrors 

And the little things like that 

 

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