Flooding through my stereo
is the new mix you made me
The air waves tickling my veins
until they coil like wires
Head bobbing in a rythm
I hear your words in the music
coming through my speakers-
all the things you couldn't say
I never imagined but I sure hoped,
We keep eachother company in musical notes
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