when it rains, it pours
When it rains, it pours, baby.
He talked to her, out of the blue. It was a ghost from the past, one who got away and he wanted to know what she's been doing the last few years. She always wanted to know what he thought of her, never finding out the truth through all of the flirting and innocent touches. Was it a real feeling? Or was it the alcohol? The music? The environment that surrounds?
He told her. Unsolicited and vulnerable.
Change. Change he preached on about. I'm better now. Change. I've always thought of you. Miss you. Change. Blahblahblah.
Just when she thought she was started to straighten things out in her own life, it started to rain again. Out of the woodwork.
When it rains, it pours, baby.
He talked to her, out of the blue. It was a ghost from the past, one who got away and he wanted to know what she's been doing the last few years. She always wanted to know what he thought of her, never finding out the truth through all of the flirting and innocent touches. Was it a real feeling? Or was it the alcohol? The music? The environment that surrounds?
He told her. Unsolicited and vulnerable.
Change. Change he preached on about. I'm better now. Change. I've always thought of you. Miss you. Change. Blahblahblah.
Just when she thought she was started to straighten things out in her own life, it started to rain again. Out of the woodwork.
When it rains, it pours, baby.
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