"I'm trying to find the truth
in words, in rhymes, in notes,
in all the things I wish I wrote."
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Dashboard Confessional—“Dusk & Summer”

She smiled in a big way, the way a girl like that smiles
When the world is hers and she held your eyes
Out in the breezeway down by the shore in the lazy summer
And she pulled you in, and she bit your lip, and she made you hers
She looked deep into you as you lay together quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer