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Scars and something else
Even to this day after eight seasons it hasnt left
We have dearly departed but memories have not left
More like scars that haunt me of the past
The late night drives with a hint of cigarette smoke
Why do I tear open wounds that remind me of you
Both young and naive with a crash course in love
It was a dark and beautiful dance filled with youth
We owned these nights and counted days with mischief
As I finish this thought and smell the smoke on my fingers
It brings me back to you for a brief moment
I love these disgusting scars because its all we have left
I commit an adulterous act when I think of us
But for some reason it feels so good and almost right
Why is this happening, am I the only one?
