through a queer lenthe shitty part about being a secretly very closed off motherfucker is that i just...don't know what to do with so many thoughts, without them.
they would have loved this song.
I don't see pictures in my head but it's almost like i can see it, the way they would bob their head when the drum comes in on the chorus. the dorky little way they'd twitch their hand and bite their lip as they start to feel the music.
I want to see them listen to this song for the first time. I want to smell the leather of their horrific ratty fucking hat when I pull them in for a kiss at the bridge.
love is kinda crap after a breakup 😅 🙃
I guess it's a little comforting to still be a bit hung up. familiar. like oh, right, this is what it always feels like; I just let people tell me I should be feeling weird about it.
bah.
🍋 Superball ☀️