300 COPIES
we took the lock out of the damn door. we held our ground and we drove around. you hated sleeping on the floor. i love the feel of "out of town". what could i write about? i still think of you. i want to sell three hundred copies. let's get it off paper and in our homes. let's get it off our minds while we still have them. i've got this certain image of what our lives in love would be like. please don't fuck it up. i could kiss your lips. i could wake you up in the middle of the night and make you sing songs we grew up with, songs we grew old with.

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