JOE

I’m lying on the couch you used to sleep on

After we went out to our typical base

No bus was going to your house before dawn

So pre-gaming and after hours was at my place

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Bad music and cheap wine

Checking out the people we knew

I was your wing person and you were mine

Saying I was your best boo

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Between you and me is a huge gap

And both of us have retreated

Growing up is such a trap

What was can’t be repeated

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Collecting myself ringing the bell with your name

As always your mom comes to the door

And then she’s pouring us a couple of champagne

We go to your room up on the first floor

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TV's on mute in the background

We sit at your desk on some old chair

You give me a glimpse into your DJ sound

We don’t need many words to share

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Between you and me is a huge gap

And both of us have retreated

Growing up is such a trap

What was can’t be repeated

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Your house is not your mom’s anymore

And when I ring the bell your son opens the door

You have a special place in my heart

I’m forever listening to your techno art

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Between you and me is a huge gap

And both of us have retreated

Growing up is such a trap

What was can’t be repeated

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© written by Cosima Charlotte