Underneath hope

Reocurring memory back in young adulthood, riding around, around people but completely alone, seated in the backseat, she’s so beautiful, she’s seated between me and her boyfriend, why don’t I have someone like her? Underneath it all playing on the speakers, headed back from the diner, mesmerized by the lighted up town, silently thinking to myself that I feel empty, the usual feeling, the song brings it back to the surface, hope, a-dale, bleak, teenage awkwardness in full display and they can all see it, so the msuic overtakes me while I escape into my own mind, if only for this song..

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