I see you walking across the bar as we did take after take. I see you sitting across from me at the tables, and I see us huddled together to keep each other warm and still upright. I see the inside of the bar and the tent. I see myself introducing you to my friend. I see the confusion because neither of us knew what was happening, and I see the excitement we both had.
#VOLBEAT STILL COUNTING SOUNDS LIKE TV#
You see, I see the days on the tv set every time I close my eyes. I feel that kiss when it was time for our date to end and I see your tailgate as you pull out of the parking lot. I feel you drag me across the bed in the morning and squeeze me tightly as I drift back off to sleep. I taste the whisky on your breath, my whisky, the same whisky I always drink. I feel your kiss and your arms and your body against mine as we make love. I feel your face against my neck, your hands on my ribs, my breasts, my hips my legs. I hear your voice as you tell me your mother would love me. I see your face as I tell you about my life. I feel you leaning against me, smelling my hair. I feel the rush of getting that first hotel room. I see the relief on your face when I finally agree to stay with you for the night.
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I see the concern on your face when you’re trying to convince me to not drive home in the dark (even though it was only September, and I am a very experienced driver). I see us driving through the city in the dark singing along to ‘Kings of Leon’.
#VOLBEAT STILL COUNTING SOUNDS LIKE MOVIE#
The movie itself, ‘Once Upon a Time In Hollywood’, is mostly a blur because I feel you there beside me in those reclining leather seats. I see myself playfully shoving you out of the way so I could pay for the popcorn, and I had to shove you out of the way to let me pay for the popcorn because you wouldn’t let me pay for anything, much to my frustration.
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I see myself blushing because you're trying to look at my butt, and I see myself letting you win. I see us plotting the ways we can steal the lights I adored and I feel you holding my hand in yours as we watched the ‘movie’ about space. I see the flirty looks back and forth and I feel the light touches as we slowly made our way through. I see the guy with the mullet who took our tickets at the science center. I see you excitedly play me your music as we sat and finished a smoke before we went into the brewery/restaurant we got lost finding. I see the black holey ‘Bullet For My Valentine’ shirt you wore. I feel the high of seeing you again for the first time, even though it had only been a week. I see your truck sitting across that large parking lot. I feel the excitement and the anxiety and the rush of leaving the house, resolute that I would see you in 120 minutes. I see myself agonizing over what to wear. You see, I see the day of our first date every time I close my eyes. I see your face when you cheekily looked at me and said “you coming?” as you wandered towards the bedroom in that cold trailer. I feel your arms around me trying to warm each other under that slightly damp blanket. I feel my hand in yours as we take cover from the storm. I hear the sound of the thunder and see the lightning that surrounded us in an incredible symphony of cracks and booms and lights. I feel you pull me against you for the first time, nervously like we’re kids at a junior high dance.
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I hear your laughter as we danced, gripping each other, holding each other, tripping over the rocks, tripping over each other. I hear the surprise in your voice because you surprised yourself when the words “dance with me” came out of your mouth. I see your face when you ask me to dance in the dark, under the stars as the last band played. I see the slight confusion flash quickly over your face and quickly disappear as you discover I’d seen your band perform the night before, as you wonder why you didn’t see me last night, why you didn’t notice me before. I see your face as we laugh and joke and get to know one another. I see you take my arm and trace my tattoo. I see you sitting down beside me in your black hoodie, your khaki shorts, and your red converse shoes, wearing the same hat that’s currently sitting on top of my dresser.
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You see, I can see the day we met every time I close my eyes.