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I need someone to make creme brulee with. And I'm bored.
I was so surprised
to wake up late, and find the sun was already shining
the angle was like summer
and my deoderant smelled like summer too
Ironic, how the months we spend wishing for those to come
are those that we wished for in the months past
And I'm still scared to listen to that song
and have my skin fold into itself like it does every time
why does this have to happen every time.
The cross-fade will find me spooned against air in my bed
pretending its your head nestled into my arm.
Too many things are reminders.
So I will pretend that these goosebumps are not from the cold
and all the movement in my peripheral vision will cease.
I was so surprised
to wake up late, and find the sun was already shining
the angle was like summer
and my deoderant smelled like summer too
Ironic, how the months we spend wishing for those to come
are those that we wished for in the months past
And I'm still scared to listen to that song
and have my skin fold into itself like it does every time
why does this have to happen every time.
The cross-fade will find me spooned against air in my bed
pretending its your head nestled into my arm.
Too many things are reminders.
So I will pretend that these goosebumps are not from the cold
and all the movement in my peripheral vision will cease.