I wanted to walk with you down Fremont Street.
You only wanted to walk down the block,
and it was more of a stumble.
I wanted to show you off at Twisted Roots.
You only denied your twisted roots,
and InI blamed time.
I wanted to count the sands of the beach.
You wanted to have a bonfire.
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