Bastian,
You ripped my heart out, but I forgive you.
You knew how I felt.
I thought you felt the same.
I thought you felt the same.
Guess I was the dumbass this time.
Well, the past is the past.
I’ve passed, but I haven’t passed on.
No, not until I give you that night you’ll never
forget.
It’ll be even more memorable then the first time
we did it dirty and hard back behind my house.
You remember that?
I do. I think about it all the time. It gives this stiff a stiffy.
Oh, you won’t forget what I have planned.
Not for as long as you live.
I’ll see you at prom, Bastian my man.
Save me a dance, and maybe a kiss under the
moonlight.
One last kiss, Bastian.
Sit and Spin,
Tommy DeMarco
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