They were dancing, mainstream rock played in the background, and I thought of you. It was your favourite song, the one you told me to listen to.
I had memorised the lyrics, every last one. Just for you, but you wasn't there.
You never did like this sort of scene.
An ebony haired girl, tongue twisted with Alcohol, inched closer. I moved away as her lips almost met mine.
I couldn't kiss her, not when the only lips I want to taste, are yours.
I couldn't touch her, not when the only skin I want to feel against my own, is yours.
I didn't even catch the colour of her eyes. No. The only eyes I ever want to see each time blink, are yours.
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parties are shite nowadays, especially when you're the only one sane enough to pass your drivers' test.
