life bruised her eyes
not someone's fist
he turns his small town beauty
into a goddess drinking by the
kool-aid colored lights
and she loves that rebel boy
the color of her sin is loyalty
walking with him she feels
prettier than she will most likely
ever feel again
bus stop goodbye
three days of loving in
their eyes
he'll drink till he's sober
she's the wine too wild to bottle
and the world will be too loud without her
in the crimson nights he'll find safe harbor
he's on a small town high
falling in love for life
road ready and restless
running from passions sweet
messes
they'll never forget this
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