She laugh's into her purse
Hello, looks like she's crawling inside
Some cigarettes burn in her car seat
As they do mine
To much push behind that throw
I find myself stuck in the center of it all
I want to smile when I notice her stare
I look up to her eyes
Does she know I'm wanting

And I don't want to go back
Just stay here for awhile
Dancing with these thoughts
And have these smiles just for now
Before I said hello, this feeling said good-bye
Third weekend of July

Alone, herself in the magazine
The dog's not chained up
"So sad," she said
Is this the change up
Leaned back against the counter
Her coffee I offer, I get my change out
Enlighten by the way not so much said
Cool to keep inside my head
Burning down to our finger tips
These Camels and these reds.

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