One week or seven days
My best friend got us together
I remember it was a dark light room
He was on the stage
I was in your face
Usually he tosses me some oh not so pretty one but you, you were different
From the moment you spoke I dreamed it
We talked you like sports music and didn't mind a drink
Bingo! Got one so for the whole seven days we kicked it
From bistro to club had fun so far
But I fell asleep in the car
I told you I'd make it up to you and tried
But seven days wasn't enough I could've died
I even got an extra couple of hours cause you missed your plane
We chilled and you were in the crib and I tried to maintain
You were good at it
Nothing happened tried to stay in touch but after you left I knew I wasn't the one
After that week was done
So now we only speak on occasion
But every time I look at the picture that you hate and I love and think of my seven day mission
Failed
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