I left lipstick imprints on your neck
We bathed in rose petals and strawberries
You were like a tormented Arthur Rimbaud
All the girls bursting with love for you
But you only had eyes for me
Baby, it wasn’t maybe
And I was living free like Carole Lombard
We didn’t know we were bound for heartbreak
The young are fearless
Baby, we were crazy
Wrapped in our intoxicating dreams of forever
Chasing each other in the night
Our hearts exploding with possibilities
Sometimes we look back and try to grasp
How we fell apart
But baby, it was never maybe
We’re immortal in the blood and memories we left behind.
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