Let’s run away together
Run away
We’ll live on ramen, beer, and love
The illusion of love
Not illusion
You're drunk and don’t know my name
The illusion of drunk
Not illusion
You need to give fate more credit
Fate and love at first whiskey shot
At first sight
The illusion of fate
Trust sight
Trust sight
Tomorrow we meet for coffee and tell some lies
That's not running away
We run away after
Still trusting fate
Fate and lies
Sounds foolish
Then trust fate
Caffeinated fate
Racing hearts
Caffeinated hearts
Hearts in love at first sight
Drunk sight
We could go to my place
Coffee when we wake up
Still tomorrow
Tomorrow we love on caffeine
Then ramen, beer, and running away
And love
At sober sight.
But there was no coffee
Just echoes of last night's bullshit fate speech
And a rushed goodbye
Maybe we were tired
Maybe we had morning breath.
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