you're not the only one
"You know it's about you reet?" he grinned awkwardly. It was cold outside our work, he looked cold with only his black tshirt on, scratching the back of his neck, dimple popped with his self concious smile. "What is?" I asked, not playing at dumb the way he smirked and said he knew I was. "The song love," he said, smi...