he met her at a nightclub. she couldn't keep the beat. she wore her grandma's prom dress
raccoon slippers on her feet. he took a shot of something strong to make him feel less weak
and so the story goes. there's something to be said about trading stories of when you were 8 years old: he had his first stitches when he bit an ice cream bowl. she had her first kiss in a swimming hole
and so the story goes. and the days grew long
and the wine was overflowing. and she knew she was in love
because nobody ever hugged her like that
hugged her like that
hugged her like that
hugged her like that. they moved into a school bus just because it seemed like fun. she'd say i like the way you touch me