Seventeen.
Seventeen is my number.
The day I was born.
And now is the temperature of Lisbon.
Cold is installing itself. Days are getting greyer.
I met you in the autumn.
I was falling apart from something I was not.
I went searching for something with meaning, something different, and I found you.
I was trying to reboot myself. But I was not lost.
I was not lost. Not until I found you.
Image: https://www.drewaiello.com/work/music-video/between-these-lines-lost-with-you/
The day I was born.
And now is the temperature of Lisbon.
Cold is installing itself. Days are getting greyer.
I met you in the autumn.
I was falling apart from something I was not.
I went searching for something with meaning, something different, and I found you.
I was trying to reboot myself. But I was not lost.
I was not lost. Not until I found you.
Image: https://www.drewaiello.com/work/music-video/between-these-lines-lost-with-you/
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