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Rock, Paper, Scissors For Your Number?
it was back last August, first week in the city I hear “welcome to college,” but I'm barely listening I had strangers for neighbors, names in my head forgetting and guessing, good try, try again she was pacing down the bricks, I was waiting on the lawn as I caught a half glance pause from across the quad and she walked right by, her friend stopped to talk so she waited in the background of college walk we lived wide-eyed days and half-awake nights coy and punch drunk with the girl from KY she had a new nose piercing, I had a cartilage earring making new flames while the smoke was still clearing this appears be the kind of thing that could happen long-term, hard-earned, the start to a chapter so as I say your name and you're drifting off I'm near your ear and I sing this song, it goes... "Don't do it on purpose, but you make me shake Now I count the hours til you wake With your baby's breath, breathe, symphony Come on sweet catastrophe Well maybe this time I can follow through I can feel complete, stop paying dues Stop the rain from falling, keep my ocean calm This time I know nothing's wrong" From Letras Mania