Meltdown, Buildup
do you want some fun
in a parked out car
or a video chat one on one
maybe a song
maybe several
maybe a kiss
life should be gentle
but its often not
it often gets hot
and your shoes start to melt
into the tarmac
when that happens
don't tread on your tippy-toes
just call my number
and ill carry you home
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