Franklin

Said I liked your hair
But that's never gotten me anywhere
And I like the way our hands fold together
Like the teeth in the zipper of my sweater

And I'm trying so hard to guard my heart
Locked away in this chest
I'm doing my best
But I haven't had much luck

I haven't had much love
Or any at all

And I can't help the thought that
We carry old crushes in our back pockets
And I can't help the thought that
We carry old crushes in our back pockets

And I can't help the thought that
We carry old crushes in our back pockets
And I can't help the thought that
We carry old crushes in our back pockets



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