We talked a hustle in the smoke beneath the cover of noise, we saved our quarters up for months to play alongside the boys, and we write on the walls at night: Save me a space in line.

We split the difference and the loser had to pay for the drinks, we took the long way through Ann Arbor just to hear what she thinks, we put our trust into the night, we were the light in the trees, and I slept alone inside my car but held the smile for weeks.

We put our distance on the dashboard of your Subaru, we exercised the excuse, we shared our secrets while your windshield told us what was coming, but couldn't follow through or see the truth.

So we write on the walls at night: Save me a space in line
We write on the walls at night: Save me a space in line

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Writer(s): Evan Weiss