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Juliana's POV

I woke up alone in bed again. I really am confused on what me and Colby are. We kiss then he just acts normal.. I don't know anymore honestly... I decided to post a video of me singing 'Sloppy Seconds' by Watsky so I set up my camera and lighting and wore this:


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Then I put my hair in low pigtails. I started to record, "What's up guys today I wanted to post a video of me singing since a bunch of you wanted to hear my voice so here it goes!" I smiled and started the music and started to sing,

"

Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job

Love you if you love a car for the road trips

Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar

Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips

'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard

Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp

And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping your seat belt

And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car

Cold pizza

Tie-dye shirts

Broken hearts

Give'm here, give'm here

Hand me downs

Give me give me leftovers

Give me give me sloppy seconds

Give em here, give em here

I don't care where you've been

How many miles, I still love you

I don't care where you've been

How many miles, I still love you

Show me someone who says they got no baggage

I'll show you somebody whose got no story

Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please don't bore me

We won't know until we get there

The who, or the what, or the when where

My favorite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago

And I promised that I would rock it till it's thread bare

Bet on it

Every single person got a couple skeletons

Because of you. ~Colby Brock~Where stories live. Discover now