“We were playing 21
In the pitch black of a country night.
I was struck like a drunk,
and I rolled my eyes tryna sit tight.
I was dangerously tangled
the second time I met you.
And now I’m so impatient to adore you.
I crashed my car last night.
We were drinking warm wine
from paper cups that we left outside.
God, I wished you were mine,
as your skin as your skin lit up in the sunrise.”
“Second Time” by Bruno Major