LA Traffic (/)

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God it was stupid, how we met

I saw you through your windshield, looking so frantic, in a mess

Apparent you were stressed and LA traffic

Man, I get it, so, I turned my blinker off and said go ahead

And when you smiled back, oh, I caught it

The slightest glimpse of your freckles

Took me back when I was in Iceland

All alone and looked to the heavens, they were smiling

Now I know that they were telling me you were coming

But it came crashing down

When I saw him walk out

He said your name out loud

What an awful sound

 

 

I wish wе met sooner