History books forgot about us.

Night falls and towns become circuit boards; we can beat the sun as long as we keep moving. From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares; and all I know is that you're sat here right next to me. We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe; right now I feel each and every fragment. This paper trail leads right back to you; you say you need me to step outside. You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes; you passed me up so as not to break a promise. Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run; said you knew that this would happen. Well, this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed too; why does every let down have to be so thin? Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed; I feel the weight upon your kiss, ambiguous. You have to leave, I appreciate that; but I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp. Two bodies in motion; this is a matter of fact, it wasn't built to last. You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes; you passed me up so as not to break a promise. Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run; said you knew that this would happen. The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall; and we decided just to write after all, after all.

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