a drink we call loneliness
Underneath the neon lights that flash on his pretty face, he looks gorgeous, so I look into his plain blue eyes, “Come on, one last dance and then we can crash.”
He nods eagerly, “Yeah, okay.”
This song is old, a classic that has been around for ages, and every time I listen to it closely, it perfectly describes how I feel about Sam, so I sigh and pull him close to me. He’s got no idea about how many times I’ve played this melody for him as he sleeps soundly. It's a big song, an old one with a big piano melody and nothing else. It's perfect.
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