God bless the daylight,
The sugary smell of springtime,
Remembering when you were mine,
In a still suburban town.
When every Thursday,
I'd brave those mountain passes,
And you'd skip your early classes,
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.

Goddamn the black night,
With all its foul temptations,
I've become what I always hated,
When I was with you there.
We looked like giants
In the back of my grey sub-compact,
Fumbling to make contact,
As the others slept inside.

And together there,
In the shroud of frost,
The mountain air began to pass
Through every pane of weathered glass,
And I held you closer
than anyone would ever get.

Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines?
I don't know about you,
But I'd swear on my name,
They could smell it on me.
And I've never been too good with secrets,
(No...)

All together there,
In a shroud of frost,
The mountain air began to pass
Through every pane of weathered glass,
And I held you closer...



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