fireworks
when the fireworks went off I didn't flinch I'm used to the erupting boom the blasting bass you feel at the bottom of your heart I see it when I look at her She marvels at the colors on the skyline and doesn't realize that's exactly how I look at her I glance over to see her look at him they share a kiss my eyes start to water how strange
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