the first time I loved
The first time I loved I loved his car and the feeling of his hands under my bradidn’t really matter whose they were The first time I loved I liked the way it sounded to hear my name roll off his lips and having somebody’s arm round my hips didn’t really care if it was going anywhereThe first time I loved it was a drug I took to drown out my own thoughts of course i knew better than to think ...