It's the little things my mind commits to etch behind my eyelids / Like getting stoned when we wake up, coffee grounds in coffee cups / Your silhouette in high top sneakers, hardcore from laptop speakers / The classics to the more obscure, Minor Threat to your old roommate's band. / Like a kaleidoscope in vibrant hues I navigate round your tattoos / Said you got that one on a whim when you were breaking up with him / And that Matryoshka Russian doll that lines your shelf from big to small / What a way to start new to shed your skin and find the old you. / Everybody wants to get famous, but you just want to dance in a basement / You don’t care if anyone is watching, just as long as you stay in motion / We put miles on these old jean jackets, got caught up in the drunk conversations / But after the party its me and you. / With a new outlook on everything we see, from high up on this rooftop over South Philly / To the nights we lose all self control, from the sex, from the drugs, from the rock and roll.
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