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I was not afraid,
no, I was not afraid
tonight
to walk back home alone
at 2 am without you

no

I was wrapped inside
this lavender haze
of kisses grins and puppy eyes
and wine
yes,
plenty plenty of that wine

which ties us closer
than we realize we
could be ever
yes, before

no, I was not afraid
to walk back home alone

I was floating far too high
above myself
and buoyed by your touch
above the sidewalk
drifting on your love
above the ground

cliché, cliché
yes, I know that this is
perfectly cliché

and perfectly
I am okay
and yours

oh,
oh.
and I am
yours.