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It Must Be A Chelsea Thing
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October 2010 Wrap yourself in my arms, kiss my lips with a gentle touch,
when i kiss your cheek softly, you smile because it is too much,
you smile and I shatter, you stare at my eyes and i fall,
we hold each other tightly, i'm an 8 ball cornered by your cue ball.
The skies were first our roof, then the sky's view became our environment,
phi sig's sure stay true to their saying, since you left your bear claw imprint,
I've noticed that since New Years, my heart has gotten colder and colder,
while i learn to take random hookups, i made myself bolder.
Joke me something awful just like hickeys on the necks of "best friends,"
i was your second choice of the night, when your road turns it sure bends,
i wrote you a line, a page, more than half a book,
just for you to comment from far away, just so you could have a look.
I beg you not to apologize, you refuse to let go of my hands,
we kiss on the hill, on the fence, in the stairs, even with onlooking fans,
we already had our moment, we already had our pointless "fling,"
i keep reassuring myself this is what you do, it must be a Chelsea thing.
