Hi everyone! I think this is a song fic though I can't be entirely sure cause it was written up in a strange mix of a sugar high and deleriousness. If you like it cool. If not cool. I was being random here. This is based off Taylor Swift's song Our Song. Enjoy! RandR!


I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of our car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says Maxie is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...

Our song is a slamming cage door,
Sneakin' out late, looking for a window
When we're both on watch and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and our flocklings don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
Our first flight " man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got some rest ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said...

Our song is a slamming steel door,
Sneakin' out late, flying from your window
When I'm out of it and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and what's going on I don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
Our first flight " man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got some rest ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...

Cause our song is the slamming steel door
Sneaking out late, takin' off from his window
When we have first watch and he talks real slow
Cause it's late and our flocklings don't know
Our song is the way he smirks
Our first flight "man, I love that boy, and his little quirks"
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I... wrote down our song