When I Meet You At The Parking Lot

5 AM in the morning 

12 AM at midnight

It doesn’t matter when or how late I’m up and waiting for you

I’m longing to see you


Do you see the gasoline flaming

onto the black asphalt?

it’s burning just like my heart does

when it’s beating and thumping against yours


And we are dancing to the sound of the old radio that’s cracking and skipping

We are dancing underneath the flickering street lantern

But baby I don’t care

as long as I’m spinning to the beat and you’re guiding me into your strong arms


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