Our Place ~ luke hemmings

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"We're taking the long way home 
(Taking the long way home) 

Take me back to the middle of nowhere 
Back to the place only you and I share 
Remember all the memories 
The fireflies and make believe 

Kicking back at the old school yard 
Singing songs on our guitars 
This is our reality 
Crazy stupid you and me 

We know this is the way it's supposed to be 

So we're taking the long way home (taking the long way) 
'Cause I don't wanna be wasting my time alone 
I wanna get lost and drive forever with you 
Talkin' about nothing yeah whatever baby 
So we're taking the long way home (taking the long way) 
Tonight 

We're taking the long way home 
(Taking the long way home) 
We're taking the long way home 

Now we're stuck in the middle of nowhere 
Yeah and we only took our time to get there 
Hiding out in a tree 
Catching fire like kerosene (kerosene) 

And you know I'd never let you down 
'Til the sun comes up 
We can own this town 
Something like make believe 
Living in a movie scene 

Know this is the way it's supposed to be 

So we're taking the long way home (taking the long way) 
'Cause I don't wanna be wasting my time alone 
I wanna get lost and drive forever with you 
Talkin' about nothing yeah whatever baby 
So we're taking the long way home (taking the long way) 

Hitting every red light 
Kissing at the stop signs darling 
Green Day's on the radio 
And everything is alright 
Now we're turning up the headlights darling 
We're just taking it slow 

So we're taking the long way home 
'Cause I don't wanna be wasting my time alone 
I wanna get lost and drive forever with you 
Talkin' about nothing yeah whatever baby 
So we're taking the long way home 

Hitting every red light 
Kissing at the stop signs darling 
Green Day's on the radio 
And everything is alright 
Now we're turning up the headlights darling 
We're just taking it slow 

We're taking the long way home (x3)"

Luke sonrió.

-Está lista. -susurró, y miró hacia el campo que lo rodeaba.

El lugar parecía demasiado triste sin ella encendiendo sus cigarrillos constantemente, sin ella proponiendo hacer alguna travesura. Luke bajó las escaleras y quedó en la primer planta del invernadero.

Tomó unas cuantas fresas silvestres que crecían ahí y se asomó a la puerta. El sol de verano se estaba poniendo, y ya hacían 2 meses de la desaparición.

-No sabes como te extraño, maldita sea. -dijo el, en voz alta.

-¿Con quien hablas, señor "no-rompo-nunca-las-reglas"?