It was Love in the 90s
We can live in little boxes in the hills
baby that's what I call the life
Cheap champagne thrills
Skin sticking to the fake leather backseat of your car drunk on your sweet sweat
Up all night waffle house coffee
Lost in admiration, hanging on your dimestore philosophy
This love smells like vinyl
flannel shirts in the sunset
walking through the knee high grass
We never got to sit high on that hillside, every time I turned around you got further away
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