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one year
It's been exactly a year,
Almost to the minute,
Since we kissed for the first time.
It's been exactly a year,
Things have changed beyond repair.
But it's like it's frozen in time.
I'd still kill to taste your lips,
Just one more time,
As long as that one time lasted forever.
I'd still give it all up
To feel your skin under mine,
As long as it was permanent.
I talk a big talk about hating you,
Walk a long way to get away from you,
And yet you're still there.
In the back of my mind,
At the front of my brain,
Lipstick stains never going away,
Because they're right on the inside of my eyelids.
Give it another 4 days, and it will be almost exactly a year
Since we kissed for the last time.
Since I couldn't stop smiling,
Since your touch was electricity.
When I should have been at work.
When I went home stinking to high heaven
Of tequila and sex,
And blagged that there was a spillage at work.
I suppose one day I'll forget your touch,
One day I won't love you so much.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do,
One whole year and my heart's not done with you,
Almost to the minute,
Since we kissed for the first time.
It's been exactly a year,
Things have changed beyond repair.
But it's like it's frozen in time.
I'd still kill to taste your lips,
Just one more time,
As long as that one time lasted forever.
I'd still give it all up
To feel your skin under mine,
As long as it was permanent.
I talk a big talk about hating you,
Walk a long way to get away from you,
And yet you're still there.
In the back of my mind,
At the front of my brain,
Lipstick stains never going away,
Because they're right on the inside of my eyelids.
Give it another 4 days, and it will be almost exactly a year
Since we kissed for the last time.
Since I couldn't stop smiling,
Since your touch was electricity.
When I should have been at work.
When I went home stinking to high heaven
Of tequila and sex,
And blagged that there was a spillage at work.
I suppose one day I'll forget your touch,
One day I won't love you so much.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do,
One whole year and my heart's not done with you,
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