already
I begin to wonder
whatever became of you?
for the record,
I miss
your
face.
the dispositions
changed
and we deserve a
trial
and for the record
I miss
your
face.
sun-drenched sandwiches in our photos of July. sun-drenched lovers until the day that we both die. sun-drenched lovers, there's a girl a lot like you. I can see straight through her, and pretend that we weren't true.
I miss
your
face.