scene

I want to ride that shiny, dark blue motorcycle

Wrap my hand around your waist

Feel the fresh air running through us

I want to let go of my hands and close my eyes

And you drive with no directions

Just for the sake that we’re together

We have nothing to loose

We can go far away

And have fun

We can go to wherever we want

And I can lay my head on your tattooed shoulder

Racing the lines through your neck

We can just stop anywhere and count the stars

Tell each other poems and carves them on a huge old tree

I knew you were a trouble

But fuck it, I’m that crazy.

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