Listening to: A Lack of Colour by Death Cab
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 gray 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
Less and less to talk about.
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