Unmet affection, an unguided guise, un un un done.
It wears on me, it shows on my face. It hit me on my bike, I was yelling about IT at the intersection of Henley and Clinch, waiting for the light. Slowing down, going uphill. Who am I kidding?
Cause Laura Jane, I'm not falling for your jokes today.
Keep movin forward, I suppose, lady, and remember what YOU want.
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