Side-by-Side Stripes

Just like a go-go-go-ghost
Watch me go-go-go-ghost

Now I'm gone in your photograph
I bet آپ wish آپ could get me back
Now I'm stuck in your memory
A mistaken identity

What's her name?
What's she like?
Does she know that you'll never treat her right?

What's her name?
What's she like?
Do آپ leave her in the middle of the night?

You act like آپ just saw a ghost
I watch آپ getting way too close
Now I know why you're never there
Now I know so it's my turn to disappear
You act like آپ just saw a ghost
I caught آپ (Caught you)
Now I know
Now I know why you're never there
Now it's my turn, watch me disappear
Just...

Freddie was like the weather. Hot and sticky. Not only in a metaphorical way, but a physical way too. He’d just come over from playing tennis with his mom. Seattle was having a major heat wave. And to سب, سب سے اوپر it off, Spencer killed the air conditioner.

Sam sat in front of the fan, the smell of بیکن wafting behind her. My stomach growled. Removing myself from the chair that I was practically stuck to, I wandered to the freezer. The میز, جدول squeaked beneath Freddie’s elbows as he pulled back, getting up to follow me.

We opened the freezer, competing to stand in the cold glow. “Do آپ think I could...