August


Droptop Plymouth;
Shooting stars;
And all I know
Is where we are
Is all that I could ever need
There is no place I'd rather be
The smell of fall is like perfume
The way it fills my empty room
It's full of laughs
It's full of tears
And this life it goes:
On and on
Road signs slowly passing by
Lay my head back;
Stare at the sky
The stars are out in force tonight
Swimming in the glow of soft moon light







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