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we were young thenwe balanced sidewalkswe were cool then dripping wet with our lack of common senseyour mother measured how tall those marks on the walls werewe were heavytree branches couldn't hold usand teasing your curfew, we'd buy timefor the time beingwe thought we knew the difference between swallowed whole and driving recklessand so he tasted your skin and sandboxesand so he spread youth that on the groundjust like a blanketwe walked the wrong waysand talked the words in thin placesi sat on his bedspreadhe played his father's james taylor recordsmy head full of 'this is the end of my life as i know it'these words that swarm this manthese piano warheads that are scared correspondencewill be keeping me from getting to youwe were young thenwe were childishcarving peepholes from our pupils From Letras Mania