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We were somewhere in West Virginia. The sunroof open and the scent of summer a smoke danced in circles in the air.

You're laughing beside me and singing Van Morrison in my Armani shades. You're laughing as you take a drink. I watch the Canadian Whisky as it rolls of your lips and leaves a stain of amber on your white tank top. I don't know if it's the bronze tint on your skin or the curve of your cleavage but I smile. There's a certain sort of freedom to the moment. the road and the summer air and you,

You're handing me a Corona as I light a smoke. "Cheers," You say, "to road beers and Crown and these god damn blue sunglasses and..." The Exon logo looks lonely on the reflecting green exit sign and you pause mid sentence and drift off into thought. We stopped, only for a moment, to grab a half a case of bud light and some smokes. We fucked in the grimy bathroom of a cement gas station in Nowhere, West Virginia.

We made it to the funeral in time to change. Drunk, with running mascara and faded eyes; shook some hands and said some words of bullshit sympathy and utter disbelief.

And then i fucked you in the cemetery as the crowd wandered away from your grandmother's grave.

Description
We were somewhere in West Virginia. The sunroof open and the scent of summer a smoke danced in circles in the air.

You're laughing beside me and singing Van Morrison in my Armani shades. You're laughing as you take a drink. I watch the Canadian Whisky as it rolls of your lips and leaves a stain of amber on your white tank top. I don't know if it's the bronze tint on your skin or the curve of your cleavage but I smile. There's a certain sort of freedom to the moment. the road and the summer air and you,

You're handing me a Corona as I light a smoke. "Cheers," You say, "to road beers and Crown and these god damn blue sunglasses and..." The Exon logo looks lonely on the reflecting green exit sign and you pause mid sentence and drift off into thought. We stopped, only for a moment, to grab a half a case of bud light and some smokes. We fucked in the grimy bathroom of a cement gas station in Nowhere, West Virginia.

We made it to the funeral in time to change. Drunk, with running mascara and faded eyes; shook some hands and said some words of bullshit sympathy and utter disbelief.

And then i fucked you in the cemetery as the crowd wandered away from your grandmother's grave.