blue jeans

Blue jeans, white shirt. Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn. 
It was like, James Dean, for sure. You're so fresh to death & sick as cancer. 
You were sorta punk rock, i grew up on hip hop. But you fit me better than my favorite sweater. 
And I know that love is mean, and love hurts.
But I still remember that day we met in November. I will love you 'til the end of time. 
 
I told you that no matter what you did, I'd be by your side. Cause I'm a ride or die. 
Whether you fail or fly. Well shit at least you tried. 

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