"TEll me it's over, I'll still love you the same,"
--"Call me," Shinedown
I walked out of the front door, hurt and upset, thinking, "Is this the end? He won't call..." The thoughts were swirling, much like my head.
"[5150]," he said behind me.
I turned my head but didn't stop. I get into the front seat of the SUV before I realized I was too drunk to drive.
He's standing there in the front yard, waiting for me.
I walk back towards him and when I'm close, he puts his arms around my shoulders.
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