The Boy and a Toilet Tattoo
I know him only when he's not sober
He knows me only when he comes over.
He shows up on my doorstep with his guitar.
We've even danced to music ontop of my beat up car.
His dark hair mysteriously covers his eyes.
I know it's only his disguise.
I'll always be the girl next door.
I wish he thought of me as more
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