Okay, I'm listening.
Ahhhh my head is so empty. But your eyes are so pretty. All I want to do is sit here and stare at what you have to say until you run out of words and I run out of breath to exhale trapped in every exaggerated sigh. Sitting here holding your hand is making me nauseous - let's go dance. I hate to spin unless it's my head and I'll hate romance until the day I'm dead, playing house is for girls, but this is what I'm best at. These are a few of my favorite things: untied shoes, hair in knots, people laughing genuine laughs that sound funny but they don't give a shit because they're actually laughing at something hilarious and not worrying about what somebody else thinks of the way they sound, toes burying themselves in little sand crypts underwater, the word tippy-toe, fields of dandelions because even one semi-ugly thing multiplied times a billion is still sort of pretty. Ah who am I kidding? Get me out of here, take me with you, take me anywhere. I'm suffocating, can't you see? I need my own wings.
I'm done listening.
Soundtrack:
17 - Sky Ferreira (I know, I know)
Buttons - Sia
Space - M.I.A.
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