We met when we were very young, it was a different kind of love we kept in between the pages of the magazines.
In science class we barely spoke, became adept at writing notes on planes to curse them all in terms that we longed for.
Afternoons we spent making million dollar plans in our heads.
Why don't you get me out of here, I'm predisposed to disappear.
Let's get out of this place, I've got so much for the human race.
The king of kids stories like this in the grease pit with a chain on your hip.
The wedding ring you kept from the girl you'd rather forget.
Afternoons we spent, million dollar plans in our heads.
Small minds, fat heads, you are obscene.
The promises we make downgrade the dream.
We met when we were very young, it was a different kind of love we kept in between the pages of the magazines.

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