
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I-I had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone-“Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman

You were everything I wanted
But I just can’t finish what I started
There’s no room left here on my back
It was damaged long ago
Though you swear that you are true
I’d still pick my friends over you-“My Friends Over You” by New Found Glory

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